<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-513033974928765266</id><updated>2011-09-07T05:30:02.648-07:00</updated><category term='just'/><category term='excitement'/><category term='book reviews'/><category term='me'/><category term='reviews'/><category term='Steve'/><category term='Christmas'/><category term='complete happiness'/><category term='funnies'/><category term='shopping'/><category term='in the kitchen'/><category term='Jarom'/><category term='the Wright house'/><category term='life'/><category term='marital bliss'/><category term='birthdays'/><category term='memories'/><category term='what I&apos;ve learned'/><category term='Justin'/><category term='ward business'/><category term='perfection'/><category term='food'/><category term='family'/><category term='mom'/><category term='Jared'/><category term='Stephanie'/><category term='I&apos;m a freak'/><category term='illnesses'/><category term='Josh'/><title type='text'>Just Wright</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wrightmylifeaway.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/513033974928765266/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wrightmylifeaway.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/513033974928765266/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16288163517228224596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WARYc5zTWqQ/SoEVFyHtxDI/AAAAAAAABBw/yDSIPdLHfvM/S220/IMG_3060.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>288</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-513033974928765266.post-2909209401526743140</id><published>2011-09-04T16:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-04T16:14:00.972-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jared'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jarom'/><title type='text'>a REAL kid</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0KLtgxsCP4Q/TmQFaMs13II/AAAAAAAABUM/iFK0Irssmrc/s1600/IMG_0943.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5648645780273486978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0KLtgxsCP4Q/TmQFaMs13II/AAAAAAAABUM/iFK0Irssmrc/s320/IMG_0943.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Jared(11) and Jarom(5) were just wrestling and playing with their nerf sword and shield. Jared lays down on the floor and says "hang on Jarom, I need to take a break...I'm wheezing". Jarom gives him 5 seconds, sighs, and then frustratingly says "get up Jared!! and play like a REAL kid would!!" &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5648646338693061442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ML4HEQcWhfA/TmQF6s-cW0I/AAAAAAAABUU/yHjpekRVCE4/s320/IMG_0948.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;It was priceless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/513033974928765266-2909209401526743140?l=wrightmylifeaway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wrightmylifeaway.blogspot.com/feeds/2909209401526743140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=513033974928765266&amp;postID=2909209401526743140' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/513033974928765266/posts/default/2909209401526743140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/513033974928765266/posts/default/2909209401526743140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wrightmylifeaway.blogspot.com/2011/09/real-kid.html' title='a REAL kid'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16288163517228224596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WARYc5zTWqQ/SoEVFyHtxDI/AAAAAAAABBw/yDSIPdLHfvM/S220/IMG_3060.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0KLtgxsCP4Q/TmQFaMs13II/AAAAAAAABUM/iFK0Irssmrc/s72-c/IMG_0943.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-513033974928765266.post-1954252381228450194</id><published>2011-04-13T11:15:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-13T16:16:55.097-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Steve'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funnies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the Wright house'/><title type='text'>Just what I wanted my son to hear</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VDmiLwVA0g4/TaXq_JuVbpI/AAAAAAAABTk/q41cUlbHCUE/s1600/IMG_0680.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5595136482740629138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VDmiLwVA0g4/TaXq_JuVbpI/AAAAAAAABTk/q41cUlbHCUE/s320/IMG_0680.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So today we were sitting at the breakfast table...Steve, Jarom and I. I gave Steve 2 hard-boiled eggs. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;As he peeled them:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Steve: mmmmm, I can't wait until Easter&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Jarom: (laughing) you have to sit on the Easter bunny's lap&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Steve: No I don't&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Me: Jarom saw the Easter bunny at the mall the other day...he opted NOT to sit on the Easter bunny's lap&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Steve: good choice Jarom, Easter bunnies are pedophiles!! Why do you think they always have such a huge smile on their faces?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/513033974928765266-1954252381228450194?l=wrightmylifeaway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wrightmylifeaway.blogspot.com/feeds/1954252381228450194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=513033974928765266&amp;postID=1954252381228450194' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/513033974928765266/posts/default/1954252381228450194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/513033974928765266/posts/default/1954252381228450194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wrightmylifeaway.blogspot.com/2011/04/just-what-i-wanted-my-son-to-hear.html' title='Just what I wanted my son to hear'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16288163517228224596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WARYc5zTWqQ/SoEVFyHtxDI/AAAAAAAABBw/yDSIPdLHfvM/S220/IMG_3060.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VDmiLwVA0g4/TaXq_JuVbpI/AAAAAAAABTk/q41cUlbHCUE/s72-c/IMG_0680.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-513033974928765266.post-1497345085265104117</id><published>2011-04-08T08:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-08T08:34:59.495-07:00</updated><title type='text'>a bit dramatic</title><content type='html'>Steph called me from school this afternoon...crying. Ms Glover hates me!! She kept me after class and I missed my ride home. Now granted, Ms Glover IS the only one of her teachers that ever gives Steph negative remarks on her report card but I believe my drama Queen was being a bit...dramatic!! &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5593236380290347762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 301px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-532UrpMQO-Y/TZ8q2of_cvI/AAAAAAAABTc/1bj6iFCg99I/s320/IMG_0349.JPG" border="0" /&gt;That's my Steph...a bit dramatic! But that's why we love her...almost as much as she loves the Colonel.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5593235657947109906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-q5zXrsjZ644/TZ8qMlj8WhI/AAAAAAAABTE/HRJt0l9hLQg/s320/IMG_0363.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5593235664086066786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GF3mTGshDV4/TZ8qM8blZmI/AAAAAAAABTM/i0oRDd480F8/s320/IMG_0364.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5593235670869054658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-umQURn784Sw/TZ8qNVsxlMI/AAAAAAAABTU/APRclQIFyF4/s320/IMG_0362.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/513033974928765266-1497345085265104117?l=wrightmylifeaway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wrightmylifeaway.blogspot.com/feeds/1497345085265104117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=513033974928765266&amp;postID=1497345085265104117' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/513033974928765266/posts/default/1497345085265104117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/513033974928765266/posts/default/1497345085265104117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wrightmylifeaway.blogspot.com/2011/04/bit-dramatic.html' title='a bit dramatic'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16288163517228224596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WARYc5zTWqQ/SoEVFyHtxDI/AAAAAAAABBw/yDSIPdLHfvM/S220/IMG_3060.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-532UrpMQO-Y/TZ8q2of_cvI/AAAAAAAABTc/1bj6iFCg99I/s72-c/IMG_0349.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-513033974928765266.post-3434722836892654743</id><published>2011-04-06T20:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-06T20:59:52.349-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>cuttin' a rug</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-j-1W3fcUwqI/TZ0zZr1FvOI/AAAAAAAABSk/ujuGo9eajco/s1600/IMG_0287.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5592682828619168994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-j-1W3fcUwqI/TZ0zZr1FvOI/AAAAAAAABSk/ujuGo9eajco/s320/IMG_0287.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So who knew we had a family full of dancers...&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5592678670033343266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZJ__OdcF58w/TZ0vnn490yI/AAAAAAAABRc/2_NvC8wv1TA/s320/IMG_0258.JPG" border="0" /&gt;from the grandparents &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5592682805044158578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vBZ1FAgDJqU/TZ0zYUAXoHI/AAAAAAAABSM/l4Sk9Po8ER8/s320/IMG_0303.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5592682812098496690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AdY6CkbdDic/TZ0zYuSQSLI/AAAAAAAABSU/nxIOLqitiEs/s320/IMG_0318.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5592678675689180274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uWeQUTWFteg/TZ0vn89bDHI/AAAAAAAABRk/XI0LxahQrgE/s320/IMG_0295.JPG" border="0" /&gt;all the way down to Jarom...&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5592684527196187506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Tk3tWPFIXho/TZ008jhaK3I/AAAAAAAABSs/WpEqLM_mKFg/s320/IMG_0267.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5592678684095556530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jIjzRG7OA6I/TZ0vocRqK7I/AAAAAAAABR0/thC9Op_SJhI/s320/IMG_0330.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5592678676660048194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VVOz6lon1BU/TZ0voAk5UUI/AAAAAAAABRs/DOnxkO52skc/s320/IMG_0332.JPG" border="0" /&gt;they were cuttin' it up at Josh's wedding...&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5592682803553207986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Tj6Pusjb8us/TZ0zYOc5hrI/AAAAAAAABSE/8z8hOgJS4-M/s320/IMG_0288.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5592684535340818194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ibFrWg2jJs4/TZ009B3PXxI/AAAAAAAABS8/XWgyhrXeLuk/s320/IMG_0329.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5592678689313653314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-V-vrzR5-6m8/TZ0vovtwAkI/AAAAAAAABR8/Y2Mxawqc47g/s320/IMG_0327.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5592682813350495314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zU54SmMbkOk/TZ0zYy8wRFI/AAAAAAAABSc/1bU_AVsmPx8/s320/IMG_0307.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/513033974928765266-3434722836892654743?l=wrightmylifeaway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wrightmylifeaway.blogspot.com/feeds/3434722836892654743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=513033974928765266&amp;postID=3434722836892654743' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/513033974928765266/posts/default/3434722836892654743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/513033974928765266/posts/default/3434722836892654743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wrightmylifeaway.blogspot.com/2011/04/cuttin-rug.html' title='cuttin&apos; a rug'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16288163517228224596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WARYc5zTWqQ/SoEVFyHtxDI/AAAAAAAABBw/yDSIPdLHfvM/S220/IMG_3060.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-j-1W3fcUwqI/TZ0zZr1FvOI/AAAAAAAABSk/ujuGo9eajco/s72-c/IMG_0287.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-513033974928765266.post-3535782416615548605</id><published>2011-03-05T22:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-23T00:16:07.184-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the Wright house'/><title type='text'>updates</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Such a loser I am!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; I can't believe it's been months since I last posted. SO much has gone on!! I don't even know where to begin. In December Steph was in the hospital for her asthma...poor baby didn't get out until Christmas Eve. But what a wonderful Christmas gift that was! I spent my last holiday with my great friend Vicky, she passed away the day after Christmas. We loved her so much and she will be deeply missed. Football has started for the Jared again, Justin and Steph are in track, I'm trying out for the biggest loser...again. Steph had her birthday,&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587169746762644850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zTBVDkq4E8s/TYmdSFeYvXI/AAAAAAAABRU/MxFmHDZmT1w/s320/IMG_0323.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Steve had a birthday and scored an awesome authentic spurs warmup jacket&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587166676229273122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uCpkSHiOkUg/TYmafW2LtiI/AAAAAAAABQ8/Y94Q5E6LHEc/s320/IMG_0010.JPG" border="0" /&gt; I had a birthday (got a blood transfusion for my birthday...and another one 3 days later) AND last but not least...&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Josh got married!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  That's right...my baby got married!  Can you believe it?!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587166683977040370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KM6hkPKZzBk/TYmafztZQfI/AAAAAAAABRM/vCg3J-zmihk/s320/IMG_0306.JPG" border="0" /&gt;We bought our final home!! With a little help.  Never again will we move until Jarom is out of high school. We moved the tremendous distance of right next door. And we LOVE this house!! All are welcome whenever you'd like. We just recently filled the pool and it looks GREAT!! Prior owners didn't keep it up while it was on the market. Here's the kids draining it and pressure washing it...&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587164656487442370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CTOzDvNZf94/TYmYpyuNJ8I/AAAAAAAABQ0/byq7I91pcBA/s320/IMG_0001.JPG" border="0" /&gt;and skating in it when it was empty...cause that's what boys do (as I was informed).&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587166682922248194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-x3hA2iCo6LI/TYmafvx6aAI/AAAAAAAABRE/eP3BYb3vbnE/s320/IMG_0060.JPG" border="0" /&gt;So much more to tell...SO many more pics to post...but I am drained and exhausted...just got out of the hospital. Will post more soon. Much love to you guys...hope people even see this post...It's been so long since I've posted I don't know that anyone checks it anymore.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/513033974928765266-3535782416615548605?l=wrightmylifeaway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wrightmylifeaway.blogspot.com/feeds/3535782416615548605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=513033974928765266&amp;postID=3535782416615548605' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/513033974928765266/posts/default/3535782416615548605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/513033974928765266/posts/default/3535782416615548605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wrightmylifeaway.blogspot.com/2011/03/updates.html' title='updates'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16288163517228224596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WARYc5zTWqQ/SoEVFyHtxDI/AAAAAAAABBw/yDSIPdLHfvM/S220/IMG_3060.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zTBVDkq4E8s/TYmdSFeYvXI/AAAAAAAABRU/MxFmHDZmT1w/s72-c/IMG_0323.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-513033974928765266.post-4839708773837598129</id><published>2010-11-26T22:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-26T22:47:21.450-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the Wright house'/><title type='text'>Wow!</title><content type='html'>Wow!!  Where has time gone?  Since I last posted, we've moved (a mile away and just for 2 months), Justin lacerated his kidney(4 days after we moved) (5 days in the hospital and a $20,124 helicopter bill), hubby started his business back up (going well), Halloween happened (Jaroms still wearing his costume and claims he's Iron Man), Thanksgiving happened (so much to be thankful for), and Black Friday...ohhh, black Friday!!  How I love Black Friday.  It gives me a rush like none other!!  The crowds, the deals, the sleepless night...such a high!  Wow!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/513033974928765266-4839708773837598129?l=wrightmylifeaway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wrightmylifeaway.blogspot.com/feeds/4839708773837598129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=513033974928765266&amp;postID=4839708773837598129' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/513033974928765266/posts/default/4839708773837598129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/513033974928765266/posts/default/4839708773837598129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wrightmylifeaway.blogspot.com/2010/11/wow.html' title='Wow!'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16288163517228224596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WARYc5zTWqQ/SoEVFyHtxDI/AAAAAAAABBw/yDSIPdLHfvM/S220/IMG_3060.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-513033974928765266.post-2227303748803318302</id><published>2010-09-29T22:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-29T22:39:16.628-07:00</updated><title type='text'>my big secret</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;My VT's came over today&lt;/span&gt;.  I really &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;LOVE&lt;/span&gt; when they come.  They're so young.  I feel old and decrepid every time they visit!  Like I should have some words of wisdom for them.  Something that they'll remember in years to come...they'll tell their kids something like "a wise old lady I used to visit teach once told me..."&lt;br /&gt;But I can never think of anything.  Instead I tell them things that don't really matter.  Things that they probably forget the minute they leave.  Except today...I told them my &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 255, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;BIGGEST&lt;/span&gt; secret (at the moment).  Not the one that should be turned into a movie but another one.    And they probably don't even realize it.  &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ohhhh,  I can't wait til I can share it with the world...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;but I doubt any of you will care.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/513033974928765266-2227303748803318302?l=wrightmylifeaway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wrightmylifeaway.blogspot.com/feeds/2227303748803318302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=513033974928765266&amp;postID=2227303748803318302' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/513033974928765266/posts/default/2227303748803318302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/513033974928765266/posts/default/2227303748803318302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wrightmylifeaway.blogspot.com/2010/09/my-big-secret.html' title='my big secret'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16288163517228224596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WARYc5zTWqQ/SoEVFyHtxDI/AAAAAAAABBw/yDSIPdLHfvM/S220/IMG_3060.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-513033974928765266.post-5475103271446021709</id><published>2010-09-04T23:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-05T00:02:29.833-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Facebook vs. blogspot</title><content type='html'>I've been a tad bit lazy with this blog over the past several months.  I feel like no one is really into blogs anymore...they're all caught up in their facebook frenzy (me included).  What is it about facebook that keeps you coming back for more? and more.  and more.  I mean, do I really want to know if you changed your profile pic?  Or if so and so is now friends with so and so?  Or if your kid, who I never met, fell off their bike...or if it's your childs birthday (whom I've never met) or if your having a Tupperware party 3 states away!!  I must!  Because I keep going back.  I think if there was a war between facebook and blogspot, facebook would win.  Which is sad, because you get to &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;really&lt;/span&gt; reveal yourself on blogspot.  What do you think?  Facebook or Blogspot?  Who are you loyal to?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/513033974928765266-5475103271446021709?l=wrightmylifeaway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wrightmylifeaway.blogspot.com/feeds/5475103271446021709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=513033974928765266&amp;postID=5475103271446021709' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/513033974928765266/posts/default/5475103271446021709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/513033974928765266/posts/default/5475103271446021709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wrightmylifeaway.blogspot.com/2010/09/facebook-vs-blogspot.html' title='Facebook vs. blogspot'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16288163517228224596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WARYc5zTWqQ/SoEVFyHtxDI/AAAAAAAABBw/yDSIPdLHfvM/S220/IMG_3060.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-513033974928765266.post-3549015300381030015</id><published>2010-08-21T23:31:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-21T23:58:05.682-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>Vibrant and Carefree</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WARYc5zTWqQ/THDKH5avP8I/AAAAAAAABQc/fJaL-bVr2i0/s1600/IMG_4381.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WARYc5zTWqQ/THDKH5avP8I/AAAAAAAABQc/fJaL-bVr2i0/s320/IMG_4381.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508124581294981058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;I got off of work an hour early today...just in time to see a new purchase of my hubby's (which I can't divulge quite yet).  &lt;/span&gt;Not a half hour later Steve and I were sitting in the back seat of  a friends truck staring down at the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;BIGGEST&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; scorpion I have ever seen...and I've seen a few in my time.  Went to Sonic where I ordered a Coke Zero (still not quite accustomed to the taste) and a &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;Diet Water&lt;/span&gt; for the hubby.  &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;We had breakfast for dinner&lt;/span&gt; (which is always one of my favs).  I tried Creme Brulee for the first time tonight..&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;quite tasty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;...I really wanted more but I didn't want to bully the kid that was eating the last of it...I should have...but I decided to be nice.  &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;We had the most awesome of storms tonight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;...it reminded me of the produce section at Safeway (except this was REAL thunder).  Just before the storm, when the wind started to kick in, hubby and I headed to Sarinah's for a quick visit.  We drove.  And don't ask me why but I sat in the back of the truck.  I just had this desire to.  I sat on the wheel well, closed my eyes, and let the cool wind blow thru my hair.  I felt young again.  Vibrant and Carefree!!  And then it ended..and reality hit.  &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Man, I wish Sarinah lived further away!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/513033974928765266-3549015300381030015?l=wrightmylifeaway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wrightmylifeaway.blogspot.com/feeds/3549015300381030015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=513033974928765266&amp;postID=3549015300381030015' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/513033974928765266/posts/default/3549015300381030015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/513033974928765266/posts/default/3549015300381030015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wrightmylifeaway.blogspot.com/2010/08/vibrant-and-carefree.html' title='Vibrant and Carefree'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16288163517228224596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WARYc5zTWqQ/SoEVFyHtxDI/AAAAAAAABBw/yDSIPdLHfvM/S220/IMG_3060.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WARYc5zTWqQ/THDKH5avP8I/AAAAAAAABQc/fJaL-bVr2i0/s72-c/IMG_4381.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-513033974928765266.post-8216173786156481996</id><published>2010-07-22T04:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-22T05:40:38.808-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='marital bliss'/><title type='text'>basking</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WARYc5zTWqQ/TEgz2vLlIZI/AAAAAAAABQU/Uw_FP_nBHCo/s1600/IMG_3060.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WARYc5zTWqQ/TEgz2vLlIZI/AAAAAAAABQU/Uw_FP_nBHCo/s320/IMG_3060.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496700360676680082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Today, I think I'll&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;make a fruit smoothie for breakfast...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;which by the way, my recipe is SO much better than Jamba Juice,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;I'll work from 4-230, I'll do some laundry on my lunch and breaks, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;take my kids to the library when I'm off&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;make chicken tacos for dinner&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;go to my monthly Bunco gathering this evening&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;come home, wrap my arms around my hubby, read the kids their nightly story and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;bask in this wonderful life I'm living!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;(now tomorrow may be a different story)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/513033974928765266-8216173786156481996?l=wrightmylifeaway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wrightmylifeaway.blogspot.com/feeds/8216173786156481996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=513033974928765266&amp;postID=8216173786156481996' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/513033974928765266/posts/default/8216173786156481996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/513033974928765266/posts/default/8216173786156481996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wrightmylifeaway.blogspot.com/2010/07/basking.html' title='basking'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16288163517228224596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WARYc5zTWqQ/SoEVFyHtxDI/AAAAAAAABBw/yDSIPdLHfvM/S220/IMG_3060.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WARYc5zTWqQ/TEgz2vLlIZI/AAAAAAAABQU/Uw_FP_nBHCo/s72-c/IMG_3060.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-513033974928765266.post-349573616083713315</id><published>2010-07-18T19:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-18T19:32:28.678-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='me'/><title type='text'>Cankles</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;About a month and a half ago I started taking thyroid medication.  The pharmacist AND the doctor both said there were no major side effects.  Immediately I noticed that if I don't take it with a TON of water then my mouth gets really dry SO I take it with a ton of water.  And then about 3 weeks later I noticed some swelling in my ankles and feet...nothing major but I could definitely notice.  Called the doctor, she said it was nothing and to ease up on the sodium if it continues.  But you tell me, is&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;this &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;nothing?  &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WARYc5zTWqQ/TEO3ADIz_YI/AAAAAAAABQM/MjrvMEMkv1A/s1600/IMG_8995.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 238px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WARYc5zTWqQ/TEO3ADIz_YI/AAAAAAAABQM/MjrvMEMkv1A/s320/IMG_8995.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495437181792288130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Because it's a &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;huge&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; difference from this which was &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;just&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; two months ago.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WARYc5zTWqQ/TEO2Iqce0hI/AAAAAAAABP8/mhPJKv-fyM8/s1600/IMG_8684.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 314px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WARYc5zTWqQ/TEO2Iqce0hI/AAAAAAAABP8/mhPJKv-fyM8/s320/IMG_8684.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495436230271095314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Can you say &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Cankles&lt;/span&gt;?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Any solutions or suggestions would be gladly accepted.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WARYc5zTWqQ/TEO2Iqce0hI/AAAAAAAABP8/mhPJKv-fyM8/s1600/IMG_8684.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/513033974928765266-349573616083713315?l=wrightmylifeaway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wrightmylifeaway.blogspot.com/feeds/349573616083713315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=513033974928765266&amp;postID=349573616083713315' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/513033974928765266/posts/default/349573616083713315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/513033974928765266/posts/default/349573616083713315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wrightmylifeaway.blogspot.com/2010/07/cankles.html' title='Cankles'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16288163517228224596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WARYc5zTWqQ/SoEVFyHtxDI/AAAAAAAABBw/yDSIPdLHfvM/S220/IMG_3060.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WARYc5zTWqQ/TEO3ADIz_YI/AAAAAAAABQM/MjrvMEMkv1A/s72-c/IMG_8995.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-513033974928765266.post-9004522326622234120</id><published>2010-07-12T22:44:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-12T22:50:37.119-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jarom'/><title type='text'>mine</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Forgive me for boasting but this kid is soooo freakin' cute!!&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WARYc5zTWqQ/TDv94A0_m7I/AAAAAAAABPs/ZgH0_aKUsDg/s1600/IMG_8973.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 228px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WARYc5zTWqQ/TDv94A0_m7I/AAAAAAAABPs/ZgH0_aKUsDg/s320/IMG_8973.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493263309245225906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;And he happens to be mine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Just thought I'd throw that out there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/513033974928765266-9004522326622234120?l=wrightmylifeaway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wrightmylifeaway.blogspot.com/feeds/9004522326622234120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=513033974928765266&amp;postID=9004522326622234120' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/513033974928765266/posts/default/9004522326622234120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/513033974928765266/posts/default/9004522326622234120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wrightmylifeaway.blogspot.com/2010/07/mine.html' title='mine'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16288163517228224596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WARYc5zTWqQ/SoEVFyHtxDI/AAAAAAAABBw/yDSIPdLHfvM/S220/IMG_3060.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WARYc5zTWqQ/TDv94A0_m7I/AAAAAAAABPs/ZgH0_aKUsDg/s72-c/IMG_8973.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-513033974928765266.post-5091345183794377673</id><published>2010-07-11T14:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-11T22:16:46.198-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Steve'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>Man vs. Food</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);font-size:180%;" &gt;A picture story...with a few words.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;Man pulls watermelon out of fridge and prepares self for challenge..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WARYc5zTWqQ/TDo3tl6rrXI/AAAAAAAABPY/KAxN95Tyb-Q/s1600/IMG_8987.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 219px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WARYc5zTWqQ/TDo3tl6rrXI/AAAAAAAABPY/KAxN95Tyb-Q/s320/IMG_8987.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492763951943626098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;man assumes the position &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(and tries not to laugh when he sees that we have the camera out).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WARYc5zTWqQ/TDo5eoLZ9_I/AAAAAAAABPg/8z75MwHtXiM/s1600/IMG_8988.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 203px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WARYc5zTWqQ/TDo5eoLZ9_I/AAAAAAAABPg/8z75MwHtXiM/s320/IMG_8988.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492765893875857394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  Man brings arm down at lightening speed and makes contact with the watermelon..&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WARYc5zTWqQ/TDo3tG4V07I/AAAAAAAABPQ/JWUBidNE0Hk/s1600/IMG_8989.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WARYc5zTWqQ/TDo3tG4V07I/AAAAAAAABPQ/JWUBidNE0Hk/s320/IMG_8989.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492763943612306354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;and with much determination on his face...&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WARYc5zTWqQ/TDo3FVNn3ZI/AAAAAAAABPA/eGhTtnIwrOc/s1600/IMG_8990.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WARYc5zTWqQ/TDo3FVNn3ZI/AAAAAAAABPA/eGhTtnIwrOc/s320/IMG_8990.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492763260264897938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;he splits the watermelon in one chop. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:78%;" &gt;(This is actually right after he hit it as his hand was bouncing off of the watermelon)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WARYc5zTWqQ/TDo3E5MlOGI/AAAAAAAABO4/6QEVikcKTww/s1600/IMG_8991.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 226px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WARYc5zTWqQ/TDo3E5MlOGI/AAAAAAAABO4/6QEVikcKTww/s320/IMG_8991.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492763252744337506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Defeated, the watermelon lay there split in two...and man shows watermelon his respect.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WARYc5zTWqQ/TDo3EayjazI/AAAAAAAABOw/OO15JxWcq1I/s1600/IMG_8993.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WARYc5zTWqQ/TDo3EayjazI/AAAAAAAABOw/OO15JxWcq1I/s320/IMG_8993.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492763244582103858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/513033974928765266-5091345183794377673?l=wrightmylifeaway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wrightmylifeaway.blogspot.com/feeds/5091345183794377673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=513033974928765266&amp;postID=5091345183794377673' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/513033974928765266/posts/default/5091345183794377673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/513033974928765266/posts/default/5091345183794377673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wrightmylifeaway.blogspot.com/2010/07/man-vs-food.html' title='Man vs. Food'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16288163517228224596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WARYc5zTWqQ/SoEVFyHtxDI/AAAAAAAABBw/yDSIPdLHfvM/S220/IMG_3060.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WARYc5zTWqQ/TDo3tl6rrXI/AAAAAAAABPY/KAxN95Tyb-Q/s72-c/IMG_8987.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-513033974928765266.post-3602005161771094694</id><published>2010-06-09T21:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-09T21:50:27.996-07:00</updated><title type='text'>what would you have done?</title><content type='html'>Last night I made a quick trip to Wal-Mart.  Upon entering the store, I stumbled upon a group of 3 women and a 2 or 3 year old boy who was crying the whole way out of the store.  Every 5 or 6 seconds one of them would yell at him to stop and proceed to spank him.  She'd swat him a couple of times, he'd wail, she'd tell him to stop and then spank him again.  Two things ran thru my mind as I tried not to look as we crossed paths...1) Now how smart is that?  Because you know, every kid I meet just gets spanked and immediately stops crying.  and 2) should i trip her and watch her fall flat on her face?!  That would serve her right!! But then I thought that would send me straight to hell and probably get the kid beat more because she'd be mad.  So, I walked in the store, raised my eyebrows at the greeter and went about my business.  So, what would you have done?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/513033974928765266-3602005161771094694?l=wrightmylifeaway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wrightmylifeaway.blogspot.com/feeds/3602005161771094694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=513033974928765266&amp;postID=3602005161771094694' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/513033974928765266/posts/default/3602005161771094694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/513033974928765266/posts/default/3602005161771094694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wrightmylifeaway.blogspot.com/2010/06/what-would-you-have-done.html' title='what would you have done?'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16288163517228224596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WARYc5zTWqQ/SoEVFyHtxDI/AAAAAAAABBw/yDSIPdLHfvM/S220/IMG_3060.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-513033974928765266.post-5043787396833692760</id><published>2010-06-06T00:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-06T16:22:10.045-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='complete happiness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='memories'/><title type='text'>making memories</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WARYc5zTWqQ/TAwr7lvufWI/AAAAAAAABOI/x8sSIQP-8gE/s1600/859_0526.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WARYc5zTWqQ/TAwr7lvufWI/AAAAAAAABOI/x8sSIQP-8gE/s320/859_0526.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479803149347618146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Last week, while anxiously awaiting the arrival of our best friends Scott and Lori, it dawned on me that in the 15 years we've been hanging out we have no pics of just the 4 of us.  Of course, we've got tons of the kids...but none of us.  So I told myself that while they were here, we would take some.  Of course, as always, time flew by.  And before we knew it we were on our last day with them.  So I broke out the camera...knowing I wouldn't get what I was hoping for but hopeful, none the less.Uncle Scott and aunt Lori only have 2 kids...Chris and Mariah.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WARYc5zTWqQ/TAtUBscQIlI/AAAAAAAABMg/jmSbts11dsU/s1600/859_0420.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WARYc5zTWqQ/TAtUBscQIlI/AAAAAAAABMg/jmSbts11dsU/s320/859_0420.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479565759712600658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  Chris is 20 and Mariah is 14.  Unfortunately, we never get to see the whites of Chris' eyes anymore...and such beautiful eyes they are!  He's too old and mature to come visit us these days. He's into his own things like...his band!  Which I hear is doing well...they are touring up and down the Coast and in a month or two they are going to Oregon and Washington.  I hope he remembers us little people when he's big and famous. Chris and our older son Josh are the same age and back when Josh was still at home, he and Chris were just like these 2!!! Who think the world revolves around them.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WARYc5zTWqQ/TAtWYz7PBQI/AAAAAAAABM4/aFVSXskXcag/s1600/IMG_8806.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 211px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WARYc5zTWqQ/TAtWYz7PBQI/AAAAAAAABM4/aFVSXskXcag/s320/IMG_8806.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479568355881846018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mariah is freakin hilarious! When she and Steph get together, they are absolutely crazy!  They sit around and speak to us in various accents, they do their make up and hair all day and they take 15 showers each!  The end result is this...not 1 beautiful girl, &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WARYc5zTWqQ/TAtZMhI6IiI/AAAAAAAABNY/3kH2Bi0riqo/s1600/859_0476.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 180px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WARYc5zTWqQ/TAtZMhI6IiI/AAAAAAAABNY/3kH2Bi0riqo/s320/859_0476.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479571443215376930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;but two!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WARYc5zTWqQ/TAtYh8RdBEI/AAAAAAAABNQ/6XYGM2Ep4QY/s1600/IMG_8822.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 232px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WARYc5zTWqQ/TAtYh8RdBEI/AAAAAAAABNQ/6XYGM2Ep4QY/s320/IMG_8822.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479570711764599874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;They just informed us that they're going to college together and are going to be roommates.  I'm not sure I like this plan.  Because if they're anything like their mama's, they'll be in more trouble than they can handle...Heaven help us!!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WARYc5zTWqQ/TAtWZRRcnOI/AAAAAAAABNA/6B6zkcLH5Hc/s1600/IMG_8824.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 246px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WARYc5zTWqQ/TAtWZRRcnOI/AAAAAAAABNA/6B6zkcLH5Hc/s320/IMG_8824.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479568363759639778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It's our tradition that whenever Uncle Scott and Aunt Lori come, we go to Old Country Buffet.  &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WARYc5zTWqQ/TAtUCGqW1MI/AAAAAAAABMo/goSrY18RjOw/s1600/IMG_8821.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WARYc5zTWqQ/TAtUCGqW1MI/AAAAAAAABMo/goSrY18RjOw/s320/IMG_8821.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479565766751081666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Don't ask me why...because we could eat so much better somewhere else, for a lot less money but the kids all look so forward to it now that we can't possibly let them down.  Which is obviously not the place to take pictures.  Not only  because we're too busy laughing and thinking back to prior visits at this fine eating establishment but because we get so dang full...and it's hard to look good when you're that full.  Here's a fine example of that.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WARYc5zTWqQ/TAwicM8sjgI/AAAAAAAABNw/H8768qoV2_g/s1600/IMG_8818.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WARYc5zTWqQ/TAwicM8sjgI/AAAAAAAABNw/H8768qoV2_g/s320/IMG_8818.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479792714510536194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  And just when Steve was willing to give me a great pic of the 4 of us, the "center of our worlds" jumped in the pic...as though it were all about them!! &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WARYc5zTWqQ/TAtavbVSMhI/AAAAAAAABNg/qYktp34rByw/s1600/IMG_8819.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WARYc5zTWqQ/TAtavbVSMhI/AAAAAAAABNg/qYktp34rByw/s320/IMG_8819.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479573142463722002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Good byes are always the hardest.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  My kids never want to let them go!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WARYc5zTWqQ/TAwq-OUgyJI/AAAAAAAABN4/UyIFbphqPpk/s1600/IMG_8826.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 196px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WARYc5zTWqQ/TAwq-OUgyJI/AAAAAAAABN4/UyIFbphqPpk/s320/IMG_8826.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479802095087437970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  One year, Steph and Mariah cried so hard they hyperventilated...Mariah was in their car with her hands up on the window in such dramatic fashion and on the other side of the window was Steph with her hands on the window begging her not to go, trying to run with the van, hands still on the window as they drove off.  It was so bad Uncle Scott had to stop the car and let Mariah out just for one last hug.  So then Lori and I start balling and...well, it was too much!!  Another year, Jared chased the van down the street crying begging them not to go...another tear jerker for Lori and I. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WARYc5zTWqQ/TAwq-h7ZgvI/AAAAAAAABOA/vx-aPDj40Q0/s1600/IMG_8823.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 202px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WARYc5zTWqQ/TAwq-h7ZgvI/AAAAAAAABOA/vx-aPDj40Q0/s320/IMG_8823.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479802100350812914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; One year, it was raining REALLY hard so when we opened the door to walk them to their car, the kids just took off!!  Running in the rain...ALL OF THEM!!  This was back when Josh and Chris were still in the picture and though they didn't want to admit it, they didn't like good byes either.  Finally after 15 minutes of running in the rain they tired themselves out and Chris and Mariah just got in the car, they drove off as we stood out in the rain waving.  I think Lori and I cried that time too.  &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Oh well!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;...these are the memories that will make our past so fond in about 20 more years.  Maybe then we'll get the pic I want :)  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/513033974928765266-5043787396833692760?l=wrightmylifeaway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wrightmylifeaway.blogspot.com/feeds/5043787396833692760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=513033974928765266&amp;postID=5043787396833692760' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/513033974928765266/posts/default/5043787396833692760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/513033974928765266/posts/default/5043787396833692760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wrightmylifeaway.blogspot.com/2010/06/making-memories.html' title='making memories'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16288163517228224596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WARYc5zTWqQ/SoEVFyHtxDI/AAAAAAAABBw/yDSIPdLHfvM/S220/IMG_3060.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WARYc5zTWqQ/TAwr7lvufWI/AAAAAAAABOI/x8sSIQP-8gE/s72-c/859_0526.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-513033974928765266.post-4368791662109724473</id><published>2010-06-01T21:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-01T22:21:55.743-07:00</updated><title type='text'>And the Winner is...</title><content type='html'>Jolene!!  I can't believe you didn't post the last 2 days of the challenge!!  What were you thinking?!  &lt;a href="http://www.everydayjolene.blogspot.com"&gt;Jolene&lt;/a&gt; was smart enough to put hers on auto pilot...she pretyped them all and then scheduled them to automatically post.  Pretty clever huh? And to lose it all in the last 2 days...you should be ashamed of yourself!! But I guess that means Congratulations to &lt;a href="http://www.jeniferwinger.blogspot.com"&gt;Jenifer&lt;/a&gt;!  Who sometimes had to type from work or early the next day but had 31 posts none the less.  Great Job Jenifer!!  And for that you will be receiving a gift card from one of my favorite places...SONIC!!  And if you use it right (during happy hour) you could get a lot out of this one little card.  So I will get it to you in the next couple of days.  Thanks so much for posting!!  Sorry I failed to comment a lot...haven't been my normal energetic self lately.  It took all I could do just to post on somedays.  I'd like to give a shout out to &lt;a href="http://bonniesbarn.blogspot.com/"&gt;Bonnie&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.allisonh-justthe4ofus.blogspot.com"&gt;Alli&lt;/a&gt; too as they both did excellent at regular posts as well.  Thanks ladies.  Lets keep this up!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/513033974928765266-4368791662109724473?l=wrightmylifeaway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wrightmylifeaway.blogspot.com/feeds/4368791662109724473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=513033974928765266&amp;postID=4368791662109724473' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/513033974928765266/posts/default/4368791662109724473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/513033974928765266/posts/default/4368791662109724473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wrightmylifeaway.blogspot.com/2010/06/and-winner-is.html' title='And the Winner is...'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16288163517228224596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WARYc5zTWqQ/SoEVFyHtxDI/AAAAAAAABBw/yDSIPdLHfvM/S220/IMG_3060.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-513033974928765266.post-6206687795399633868</id><published>2010-05-30T23:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-31T14:03:48.392-07:00</updated><title type='text'>water and ice</title><content type='html'>Water and Ice is one of our favorite places to visit during the summer.  We make weekly, if not, daily trips there.  Not only do they sell the best Hawaiian shaved ice but they see Thrifty Ice Cream.  Who doesn't love Thrifty Ice Cream?!  Although when I get there the shaved ice looks so good I choose that over the Ice Cream.&lt;br /&gt;Another summer favorite is Sonic....OH how we love Sonic!!  Lemon Berry Slushes!  White Coconut Slushes!!  Coke!!  mmmmmmmm.&lt;br /&gt;Random fact - I love summer...even in Phoenix!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/513033974928765266-6206687795399633868?l=wrightmylifeaway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wrightmylifeaway.blogspot.com/feeds/6206687795399633868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=513033974928765266&amp;postID=6206687795399633868' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/513033974928765266/posts/default/6206687795399633868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/513033974928765266/posts/default/6206687795399633868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wrightmylifeaway.blogspot.com/2010/05/water-and-ice.html' title='water and ice'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16288163517228224596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WARYc5zTWqQ/SoEVFyHtxDI/AAAAAAAABBw/yDSIPdLHfvM/S220/IMG_3060.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-513033974928765266.post-1799864641612400626</id><published>2010-05-29T23:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-31T11:23:02.218-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='memories'/><title type='text'>not the black ones</title><content type='html'>Scott and Lori are here. We're all having so much fun...as usual. Of course, we've spent time in the pool, sat out under a shady tree, gone to water &amp;amp; ice, Wal-Mart, and Safeway...and the best part...they got to watch me work all morning!! Because there's nothing like hearing me take 800 calls from customers who have left their fiance's ring in the glove box to customers who can't turn in their truck because they're in jail to customers who were locked in their storage facility all night. They just loved listening to it all. Random fact - I love Red Vines...but not the black ones.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/513033974928765266-1799864641612400626?l=wrightmylifeaway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wrightmylifeaway.blogspot.com/feeds/1799864641612400626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=513033974928765266&amp;postID=1799864641612400626' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/513033974928765266/posts/default/1799864641612400626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/513033974928765266/posts/default/1799864641612400626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wrightmylifeaway.blogspot.com/2010/05/not-black-ones.html' title='not the black ones'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16288163517228224596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WARYc5zTWqQ/SoEVFyHtxDI/AAAAAAAABBw/yDSIPdLHfvM/S220/IMG_3060.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-513033974928765266.post-3385131206132666227</id><published>2010-05-28T21:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-28T22:04:08.575-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='me'/><title type='text'>in my opinion</title><content type='html'>I can't believe it...I failed at my own challenge!!  I didn't post last night.  But I have a good excuse...I was tired!!  Exhausted!!  practically dead!!  I love my job but the hours are taking some getting used to.  We're expecting our best friends in town tonight from San Diego.  I'll be in dreamland before they get here but they understand.  I love them!  We have the best times when they are here...we don't stop laughing.  Random fact - I grew up in San Diego...on the beach half the time and on a softball field the other half.  I love San Diego...go back whenever I can.  I have such fond memories of that place.  There's no memory like a childhood memory...at least in my opinion.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/513033974928765266-3385131206132666227?l=wrightmylifeaway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wrightmylifeaway.blogspot.com/feeds/3385131206132666227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=513033974928765266&amp;postID=3385131206132666227' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/513033974928765266/posts/default/3385131206132666227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/513033974928765266/posts/default/3385131206132666227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wrightmylifeaway.blogspot.com/2010/05/in-my-opinion.html' title='in my opinion'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16288163517228224596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WARYc5zTWqQ/SoEVFyHtxDI/AAAAAAAABBw/yDSIPdLHfvM/S220/IMG_3060.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-513033974928765266.post-6842132049637195276</id><published>2010-05-26T19:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-26T19:56:19.185-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='me'/><title type='text'>all for a car</title><content type='html'>So I worked the 4am to 2:30 shift....&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;it killed me.&lt;/span&gt;  First off, I didn't get enough sleep last night.  I kept waking up thinking I was late for work.  And secondly, &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;10 and a half hours is a long time to be sitting in the same spot.&lt;/span&gt; I do like it though.  By the time Jarom gets up I'm halfway done with my shift.  And I take my lunch right when he gets up.  My sitter gets here right before I go back up to my office and it all works out perfectly.  At least for today it did.  Next week will be easier because the kids will be home to help me when Jarom gets up.  I just have to keep telling myself that this is all for a car.  Once I get my car, I don't have to work so hard.  &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Random fact for the day - my first car was a Honda Accord...I ran that thing ragged!!    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/513033974928765266-6842132049637195276?l=wrightmylifeaway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wrightmylifeaway.blogspot.com/feeds/6842132049637195276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=513033974928765266&amp;postID=6842132049637195276' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/513033974928765266/posts/default/6842132049637195276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/513033974928765266/posts/default/6842132049637195276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wrightmylifeaway.blogspot.com/2010/05/all-for-car.html' title='all for a car'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16288163517228224596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WARYc5zTWqQ/SoEVFyHtxDI/AAAAAAAABBw/yDSIPdLHfvM/S220/IMG_3060.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-513033974928765266.post-2887482340940348237</id><published>2010-05-25T20:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-26T04:22:18.218-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='me'/><title type='text'>wish me luck</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt;I have to work at 4 am tomorrow!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  I know not how I will do this.  Thank goodness it is in my own room and I only have to get up 15 minutes early otherwise I'd really be in bad shape getting up any earlier than that.   I could kick myself for signing up to work this early.  But I did it with my kids in mind.  &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;Wish me luck&lt;/span&gt;..as this is the first time I log in at 4 am.  &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;Random fact - My favorite diet drink is slim fast...mmmmm, stawberries n cream on ice.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/513033974928765266-2887482340940348237?l=wrightmylifeaway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wrightmylifeaway.blogspot.com/feeds/2887482340940348237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=513033974928765266&amp;postID=2887482340940348237' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/513033974928765266/posts/default/2887482340940348237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/513033974928765266/posts/default/2887482340940348237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wrightmylifeaway.blogspot.com/2010/05/i-have-to-work-at-4-am-tomorrow-i-know.html' title='wish me luck'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16288163517228224596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WARYc5zTWqQ/SoEVFyHtxDI/AAAAAAAABBw/yDSIPdLHfvM/S220/IMG_3060.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-513033974928765266.post-2260953721923723241</id><published>2010-05-24T23:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-24T23:55:13.715-07:00</updated><title type='text'>only a number</title><content type='html'>my random fact for the day is this - I love sleeping with my kiddos.  It makes me feel &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;"needed"&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;"loved"&lt;/span&gt;.  And they love to sleep with me too.  So it works out great.  It just doesn't happen too often...Steve says their getting too old.  I say...&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;Age is only a number!!&lt;/span&gt;  Much too overrated in my book!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/513033974928765266-2260953721923723241?l=wrightmylifeaway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wrightmylifeaway.blogspot.com/feeds/2260953721923723241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=513033974928765266&amp;postID=2260953721923723241' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/513033974928765266/posts/default/2260953721923723241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/513033974928765266/posts/default/2260953721923723241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wrightmylifeaway.blogspot.com/2010/05/only-number.html' title='only a number'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16288163517228224596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WARYc5zTWqQ/SoEVFyHtxDI/AAAAAAAABBw/yDSIPdLHfvM/S220/IMG_3060.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-513033974928765266.post-9143363454817049491</id><published>2010-05-23T22:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-23T22:36:23.544-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='memories'/><title type='text'>in case you were wondering</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WARYc5zTWqQ/S_oPll94NCI/AAAAAAAABMQ/LrtgK6win2Y/s1600/123.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 178px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WARYc5zTWqQ/S_oPll94NCI/AAAAAAAABMQ/LrtgK6win2Y/s320/123.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474705435543483426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;My parents packed up their car and left yesterday.  They decided they needed a little break from us so they headed to Lone Star State.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;There's something about Texas that I just love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;  Back when times weren't so tough, I'd go 2 or 3 times a year.  The kids and I would load up the car and drive...and drive...and drive.  And after 15 hours of nothing but blaring music and singing at the top of our lungs we'd finally reach our destination.  And oh, how we loved it.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-size:130%;" &gt;We'd drive&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; by all of our favorite places and talk about times past,  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-size:130%;" &gt;we'd eat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; at our favorite places, and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-size:130%;" &gt;we'd chill&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;.  Until the humidity would remind us of why we love Arizona and then we'd hop in the car and come back home. And we all know...  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;There's no place like home!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Random fact - I was born in San Antonio, Texas....in case you were wondering.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WARYc5zTWqQ/S_oPmHgzTZI/AAAAAAAABMY/1KSxqaNAR3g/s1600/122.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WARYc5zTWqQ/S_oPmHgzTZI/AAAAAAAABMY/1KSxqaNAR3g/s320/122.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474705444548332946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/513033974928765266-9143363454817049491?l=wrightmylifeaway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wrightmylifeaway.blogspot.com/feeds/9143363454817049491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=513033974928765266&amp;postID=9143363454817049491' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/513033974928765266/posts/default/9143363454817049491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/513033974928765266/posts/default/9143363454817049491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wrightmylifeaway.blogspot.com/2010/05/in-case-you-were-wondering.html' title='in case you were wondering'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16288163517228224596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WARYc5zTWqQ/SoEVFyHtxDI/AAAAAAAABBw/yDSIPdLHfvM/S220/IMG_3060.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WARYc5zTWqQ/S_oPll94NCI/AAAAAAAABMQ/LrtgK6win2Y/s72-c/123.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-513033974928765266.post-7797757183859963014</id><published>2010-05-22T22:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-23T22:15:13.310-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='memories'/><title type='text'>exhausted</title><content type='html'>seems I'm saying this more and more lately but it must be because it's true...I'm tired!!  Exhausted actually.  We had a party over here today for my friends son who is graduating.  &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Random fact - I love to look out of my back window and see a yard full of people and pool full of kids for these are great memories in the making for my children.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/513033974928765266-7797757183859963014?l=wrightmylifeaway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wrightmylifeaway.blogspot.com/feeds/7797757183859963014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=513033974928765266&amp;postID=7797757183859963014' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/513033974928765266/posts/default/7797757183859963014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/513033974928765266/posts/default/7797757183859963014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wrightmylifeaway.blogspot.com/2010/05/exhausted.html' title='exhausted'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16288163517228224596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WARYc5zTWqQ/SoEVFyHtxDI/AAAAAAAABBw/yDSIPdLHfvM/S220/IMG_3060.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-513033974928765266.post-5567733029604210160</id><published>2010-05-21T23:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-22T17:01:45.916-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='me'/><title type='text'>Corporate America</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My 2 week training downtown is officially over.  How happy I am that I don't have to wake up so early or get home so late.  Truth is, though, that I like the whole Corporate America thing.  I think it would be cool to work downtown, live downtown, ride the lightrail everywhere.  It's a whole different lifestyle.  But even cooler than that, is this...&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WARYc5zTWqQ/S_eFWE8aBZI/AAAAAAAABMI/5_kMlUnvcnM/s1600/IMG_7513.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 321px; height: 204px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WARYc5zTWqQ/S_eFWE8aBZI/AAAAAAAABMI/5_kMlUnvcnM/s320/IMG_7513.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473990486422848914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;which I wouldn't trade for the world!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Random fact - I don't have a single pic of all 7 of us dressed up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/513033974928765266-5567733029604210160?l=wrightmylifeaway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wrightmylifeaway.blogspot.com/feeds/5567733029604210160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=513033974928765266&amp;postID=5567733029604210160' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/513033974928765266/posts/default/5567733029604210160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/513033974928765266/posts/default/5567733029604210160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wrightmylifeaway.blogspot.com/2010/05/corporate-america.html' title='Corporate America'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16288163517228224596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WARYc5zTWqQ/SoEVFyHtxDI/AAAAAAAABBw/yDSIPdLHfvM/S220/IMG_3060.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WARYc5zTWqQ/S_eFWE8aBZI/AAAAAAAABMI/5_kMlUnvcnM/s72-c/IMG_7513.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-513033974928765266.post-7090958759719364318</id><published>2010-05-20T22:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-21T19:14:49.568-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='me'/><title type='text'>Bunco</title><content type='html'>Went to Bunco tonight...&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;SO&lt;/span&gt; fun!!  We laughed so hard all night long.  And now, I want to be a cop for the lightrail system.  Random fact-I've been in 3 bunco groups in my life...this one is &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;definitely &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;my favorite!.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/513033974928765266-7090958759719364318?l=wrightmylifeaway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wrightmylifeaway.blogspot.com/feeds/7090958759719364318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=513033974928765266&amp;postID=7090958759719364318' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/513033974928765266/posts/default/7090958759719364318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/513033974928765266/posts/default/7090958759719364318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wrightmylifeaway.blogspot.com/2010/05/bunco.html' title='Bunco'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16288163517228224596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WARYc5zTWqQ/SoEVFyHtxDI/AAAAAAAABBw/yDSIPdLHfvM/S220/IMG_3060.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-513033974928765266.post-176679174685020157</id><published>2010-05-19T23:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-20T00:15:25.431-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='me'/><title type='text'>softball</title><content type='html'>Tonight I'm tired...I'm&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; really&lt;/span&gt; tired.  So my random fact is this...My favorite sport is softball.  I love it.  I love to play it and I love to watch it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/513033974928765266-176679174685020157?l=wrightmylifeaway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wrightmylifeaway.blogspot.com/feeds/176679174685020157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=513033974928765266&amp;postID=176679174685020157' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/513033974928765266/posts/default/176679174685020157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/513033974928765266/posts/default/176679174685020157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wrightmylifeaway.blogspot.com/2010/05/softball.html' title='softball'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16288163517228224596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WARYc5zTWqQ/SoEVFyHtxDI/AAAAAAAABBw/yDSIPdLHfvM/S220/IMG_3060.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-513033974928765266.post-899814980862020229</id><published>2010-05-18T21:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-18T21:44:54.763-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='me'/><title type='text'>missed the freak show</title><content type='html'>I fell asleep on the lightrail this morning...it was some of the best sleep I've gotten in 2 weeks.  So I thought, I should try that again on the way home...and I did.  And I liked it!!  Now I know where to go when I want some good rest.  Either that, or I'm just so exhausted any sleep feels good right now.  I don't know why I'm so tired though.  I've been going to bed before 11 every night.  I do get up to pee every hour on the hour but then I fall right back to sleep.  Maybe it's uninterrupted sleep that I need.  Who knows.  I did miss the daily lightrail freak show but that's okay.  There were no bags under these eyes.  And the freaks will still be there tomorrow.  &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Random fact for the day...I &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt; my sleep!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/513033974928765266-899814980862020229?l=wrightmylifeaway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wrightmylifeaway.blogspot.com/feeds/899814980862020229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=513033974928765266&amp;postID=899814980862020229' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/513033974928765266/posts/default/899814980862020229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/513033974928765266/posts/default/899814980862020229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wrightmylifeaway.blogspot.com/2010/05/missed-freak-show.html' title='missed the freak show'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16288163517228224596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WARYc5zTWqQ/SoEVFyHtxDI/AAAAAAAABBw/yDSIPdLHfvM/S220/IMG_3060.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-513033974928765266.post-7807544885849750790</id><published>2010-05-17T22:21:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-18T06:58:58.434-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='me'/><title type='text'>Nickname</title><content type='html'>I copied my random fact for the night, due to lack of sleep and braincells.  It is an idea from my friend Jolene...what's your nickname...and I have a few. My parents, uncles, aunts and grandparents call me Mija (sounds like me-ha), By brothers, cousins, best friends and anyone who knew me under the age of 18 call me Juls, and sometimes my little brother lets the past catch up to him and he calls me Jubes. My kids call me Mom, my hubby calls me Woman, babe, and in his cell phone I'm "mi carino" which I'm not sure what that means.  Oh,  and my church family calls me Sister Wright. I think that's it. I love them all and answer to them all so feel free to call me whatever you want. As long as it's not bad.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/513033974928765266-7807544885849750790?l=wrightmylifeaway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wrightmylifeaway.blogspot.com/feeds/7807544885849750790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=513033974928765266&amp;postID=7807544885849750790' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/513033974928765266/posts/default/7807544885849750790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/513033974928765266/posts/default/7807544885849750790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wrightmylifeaway.blogspot.com/2010/05/nickname.html' title='Nickname'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16288163517228224596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WARYc5zTWqQ/SoEVFyHtxDI/AAAAAAAABBw/yDSIPdLHfvM/S220/IMG_3060.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-513033974928765266.post-9194441925468472008</id><published>2010-05-16T21:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-17T09:09:02.403-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jarom'/><title type='text'>schmucks</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Some of my nieces and nephews think I am &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;so&lt;/span&gt; mean!!  Which totally cracks me up because I think I am such a softee when it comes to kids.  Hubby and I have such different ways of dealing with them.  My  kids totally know what they can get away with when it comes to me.  And they know they can't get away with anything when it comes to hubby.  Whatever hubby asks of them always gets done...immediately!!  However, whatever I ask of them always gets done too.  The difference is that when they're done doing it for dad everyones in a bad mood because they got in trouble for trying to schmooze their way out of it.  When they're done doing things for me, they're always laughing because I take their schmoozing lightly.  I joke with them and tell them what schmucks they are and what they look like when they're mad and pouting.    For the most part we have fun.  Don't get me wrong, hubby has fun with them too, but &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;after&lt;/span&gt; the chores are done.  I don't know what even got me thinking of this...other than the fact that I found some photos that one of the schmucks (Jarom) got ahold of in my computer.  And thought to myself that even when they're bad...they're so stinkin funny!!  Take a look at his handy artwork.  Here we've got a beautiful sunset.  Taken when we were traveling from Tx to Az one March evening.  Apparently, Jarom found it a little boring in it's original state and added his own touch...&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WARYc5zTWqQ/S_DM0r6sTnI/AAAAAAAABLw/7nyPCDw3Ppo/s1600/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 238px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WARYc5zTWqQ/S_DM0r6sTnI/AAAAAAAABLw/7nyPCDw3Ppo/s320/untitled.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472098752769314418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Next we've got one of my favorite pictures, the legs of the family, including my niece and nephew.  Again, another added touch from Jarom...this time a little more agressively. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WARYc5zTWqQ/S_DM1OFrd0I/AAAAAAAABL4/csstVESeLsA/s1600/waitin+on+summer.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 134px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WARYc5zTWqQ/S_DM1OFrd0I/AAAAAAAABL4/csstVESeLsA/s320/waitin+on+summer.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472098761942202178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This last one though, has me wondering if we need to put the boy in therapy.  Here was a beautiful full body shot of him from this past Christmas.  Dressed in his little Christmas suit looking as cute as all get up.  Obviously, he didn't like the suit as much as we did.  Look at that...you can't see any of him!!  &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WARYc5zTWqQ/S_DM1SJSjcI/AAAAAAAABMA/m6BpK-vkIMI/s1600/Jarom+-+sears.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WARYc5zTWqQ/S_DM1SJSjcI/AAAAAAAABMA/m6BpK-vkIMI/s320/Jarom+-+sears.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472098763031088578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Now that I think about it, I wonder if one of those older ones helped...this is too good to have been done all by himself...Little brats.   &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Random fact for the day...I love kids!  I &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;really&lt;/span&gt; love kids.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/513033974928765266-9194441925468472008?l=wrightmylifeaway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wrightmylifeaway.blogspot.com/feeds/9194441925468472008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=513033974928765266&amp;postID=9194441925468472008' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/513033974928765266/posts/default/9194441925468472008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/513033974928765266/posts/default/9194441925468472008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wrightmylifeaway.blogspot.com/2010/05/schmucks.html' title='schmucks'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16288163517228224596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WARYc5zTWqQ/SoEVFyHtxDI/AAAAAAAABBw/yDSIPdLHfvM/S220/IMG_3060.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WARYc5zTWqQ/S_DM0r6sTnI/AAAAAAAABLw/7nyPCDw3Ppo/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-513033974928765266.post-2815271778017837974</id><published>2010-05-15T23:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-16T00:35:59.794-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='me'/><title type='text'>time</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WARYc5zTWqQ/S--gSxM-IoI/AAAAAAAABLo/6bhe_Kf3PAY/s1600/IMG_7003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 242px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WARYc5zTWqQ/S--gSxM-IoI/AAAAAAAABLo/6bhe_Kf3PAY/s320/IMG_7003.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471768316584272514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It's funny how time flies.  One day you're looking your newborn baby in the eyes wondering how you could ever love something so much and the next you're seeing him off to college.  It feels like just yesterday we moved into where we are now yet here we are 2 years later.  Jarom's no longer a baby, Josh now has a baby, Stephs in Jr high, Justin's almost 16 and Jared's in the double digits!!  I want them to be little again.  But they're not.  I want to live in my old house again.  But I don't.  And so, time will keep ticking...and my babies will keep growing.  Justin will leave on his mission only 3 years, then Jared, then Jarom.  And slowly they'll move out.  Until it's just Steve and I...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;random fact - I hate time.  It makes things go by so fast!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/513033974928765266-2815271778017837974?l=wrightmylifeaway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wrightmylifeaway.blogspot.com/feeds/2815271778017837974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=513033974928765266&amp;postID=2815271778017837974' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/513033974928765266/posts/default/2815271778017837974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/513033974928765266/posts/default/2815271778017837974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wrightmylifeaway.blogspot.com/2010/05/time.html' title='time'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16288163517228224596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WARYc5zTWqQ/SoEVFyHtxDI/AAAAAAAABBw/yDSIPdLHfvM/S220/IMG_3060.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WARYc5zTWqQ/S--gSxM-IoI/AAAAAAAABLo/6bhe_Kf3PAY/s72-c/IMG_7003.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-513033974928765266.post-3152303826351982859</id><published>2010-05-14T23:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-14T23:23:33.041-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='me'/><title type='text'>in no certain order</title><content type='html'>I love DVR.  It ensures I can watch whatever I want whenever I want.  In our house, there are a few shows that are set to record the series...faithfully!  They are, in no certain order, NCIS, Dateline, 20/20, Young and the Restless, American Idol, and Undercover Boss.  I've been getting up at 5am all week.  Guess what I'm doing tomorrow (Saturday)?  Other than sleeping in, I'm watching all the shows I missed this week!!  I can't wait!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;random fact - I LOVE Dateline!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/513033974928765266-3152303826351982859?l=wrightmylifeaway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wrightmylifeaway.blogspot.com/feeds/3152303826351982859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=513033974928765266&amp;postID=3152303826351982859' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/513033974928765266/posts/default/3152303826351982859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/513033974928765266/posts/default/3152303826351982859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wrightmylifeaway.blogspot.com/2010/05/in-no-certain-order.html' title='in no certain order'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16288163517228224596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WARYc5zTWqQ/SoEVFyHtxDI/AAAAAAAABBw/yDSIPdLHfvM/S220/IMG_3060.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-513033974928765266.post-7757721490044419877</id><published>2010-05-13T22:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-13T22:57:52.249-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='me'/><title type='text'>3 pounds</title><content type='html'>I decided to weigh myself on Monday at work.  After stepping off of the scale I vowed never to let Coke touch my lips again.  I have since been eating broccoli, carrots, tomatoes, and Coke Zero for lunch.  I switched my breakfast to a yogurt and a banana.  So today I was walking by the scale again.  I decided to see if it made a difference yet...it did.  I lost 3 pounds!!  &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;Random fact...I miss my Coke.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/513033974928765266-7757721490044419877?l=wrightmylifeaway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wrightmylifeaway.blogspot.com/feeds/7757721490044419877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=513033974928765266&amp;postID=7757721490044419877' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/513033974928765266/posts/default/7757721490044419877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/513033974928765266/posts/default/7757721490044419877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wrightmylifeaway.blogspot.com/2010/05/3-pounds.html' title='3 pounds'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16288163517228224596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WARYc5zTWqQ/SoEVFyHtxDI/AAAAAAAABBw/yDSIPdLHfvM/S220/IMG_3060.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-513033974928765266.post-7487755629144518948</id><published>2010-05-12T22:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-12T22:36:38.865-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='me'/><title type='text'>tattoos</title><content type='html'>When I was 19 years old, I drove to my parents house one Saturday night, sat down at the table with them and advised them that I would be getting a tattoo.  A floral band around my ankle.  Probably some small daisies or maybe even plumeria but it would be around my ankle for sure!They had just gotten home from a party and so Dad was a little tipsy.  Just to set things straight my parents don't drink anymore.  But when they did, Dad was always very serious and a little emotional when it came to me.  So when his only daughter told him that she was about to tattoo herself, lets just say, he didn't take it well.  He was so sad.  A few minutes later, as mom and I were still sitting there talking to eachother I looked to the end of the table and there sat dad...just shook his head, stared down at the ground and said "she's gettin' a tattoo"...totally oblivious to the fact that I was sitting right there at the table with him.  Well, I have always and still do look for approval from my parents.  There's not much I do without first consulting with them.  So, when Daddy made it completely clear that he was not okay with this, I dropped it.  &lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Random fact for the day...I don't have any tattoos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/513033974928765266-7487755629144518948?l=wrightmylifeaway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wrightmylifeaway.blogspot.com/feeds/7487755629144518948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=513033974928765266&amp;postID=7487755629144518948' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/513033974928765266/posts/default/7487755629144518948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/513033974928765266/posts/default/7487755629144518948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wrightmylifeaway.blogspot.com/2010/05/tattoos.html' title='tattoos'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16288163517228224596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WARYc5zTWqQ/SoEVFyHtxDI/AAAAAAAABBw/yDSIPdLHfvM/S220/IMG_3060.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-513033974928765266.post-5664380846595032138</id><published>2010-05-11T21:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-11T21:53:26.367-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='me'/><title type='text'>for the birds</title><content type='html'>I've been taking the light rail into downtown lately.  Get up at 5, leave home by 6, get to the light rail by 6:40, get downtown by 7:40 and do it all again after work.  I get off at 2:15, get on the light rail at 2:30, back into Mesa at 3:20, and home right before 4.  Anyways, spending all of this time on the light rail has taught me one thing...there are some serious freaks in this world!!   &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51); font-style: italic;"&gt;Random fact for the day  I hate getting up early!!  5am is for the birds!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/513033974928765266-5664380846595032138?l=wrightmylifeaway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wrightmylifeaway.blogspot.com/feeds/5664380846595032138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=513033974928765266&amp;postID=5664380846595032138' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/513033974928765266/posts/default/5664380846595032138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/513033974928765266/posts/default/5664380846595032138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wrightmylifeaway.blogspot.com/2010/05/for-birds.html' title='for the birds'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16288163517228224596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WARYc5zTWqQ/SoEVFyHtxDI/AAAAAAAABBw/yDSIPdLHfvM/S220/IMG_3060.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-513033974928765266.post-6282048017261416662</id><published>2010-05-10T22:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-10T22:24:50.282-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='memories'/><title type='text'>Beck</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WARYc5zTWqQ/S-jnc31_X_I/AAAAAAAABLY/V8djQYJMINQ/s1600/az_-_4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 204px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WARYc5zTWqQ/S-jnc31_X_I/AAAAAAAABLY/V8djQYJMINQ/s320/az_-_4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469876230654222322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My friend Becky from Tx came to town this weekend.  I was &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt;so happy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; to see her!!  We hadn't seen each other in 19 years!!  and it was like we picked up right  where we left off.  &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;That's how friendships should be...don't you agree?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;   Anyways, we talked, ate, laughed, ate again, laughed so hard, and then...We. Did. Zumba!!  O-my-goodness!!!  I've have never seen anyones hips move so fast in my life!!  This girl can dance!  She even had my hubby sitting on the bed in a trance...just watching her hips.  And I can't blame him...it was like nothing I'd ever seen.   She's an instructor so I was expecting greatness but not like that!!  Anyways, we had a great visit.&lt;br /&gt;Random fact: my family drinks out of pickle jars....which is one of the reasons we laughed so hard!  Here she is modeling my fine china..&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WARYc5zTWqQ/S-jpExemRrI/AAAAAAAABLg/FldCuNLjzPA/s1600/az_-_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WARYc5zTWqQ/S-jpExemRrI/AAAAAAAABLg/FldCuNLjzPA/s320/az_-_2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469878015651890866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Thanks for coming Beck...can't wait til next time!!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WARYc5zTWqQ/S-jpExemRrI/AAAAAAAABLg/FldCuNLjzPA/s1600/az_-_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/513033974928765266-6282048017261416662?l=wrightmylifeaway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wrightmylifeaway.blogspot.com/feeds/6282048017261416662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=513033974928765266&amp;postID=6282048017261416662' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/513033974928765266/posts/default/6282048017261416662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/513033974928765266/posts/default/6282048017261416662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wrightmylifeaway.blogspot.com/2010/05/beck.html' title='Beck'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16288163517228224596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WARYc5zTWqQ/SoEVFyHtxDI/AAAAAAAABBw/yDSIPdLHfvM/S220/IMG_3060.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WARYc5zTWqQ/S-jnc31_X_I/AAAAAAAABLY/V8djQYJMINQ/s72-c/az_-_4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-513033974928765266.post-5596095414513972962</id><published>2010-05-09T22:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-09T22:16:39.585-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='me'/><title type='text'>Breakfast in bed</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;What a wonderful Mothers Day!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;I got to spend it with My own beautiful mother and my 2 mother in laws.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;We BBQ'd chicken and baby back ribs....sooooo yummy!!  I got lots of wonderful gifts from various people but I have to say that my favorite thing was breakfast in bed.  My daughter got up extra early to make me breakfast and serve it to me in bed.  The menu consisted of PopTarts (golden toasted) and Iced Milk...breakfast of champs!!  I love it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;random "me" fact for the day...Frosted Strawberry PopTarts are my fav!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/513033974928765266-5596095414513972962?l=wrightmylifeaway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wrightmylifeaway.blogspot.com/feeds/5596095414513972962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=513033974928765266&amp;postID=5596095414513972962' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/513033974928765266/posts/default/5596095414513972962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/513033974928765266/posts/default/5596095414513972962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wrightmylifeaway.blogspot.com/2010/05/breakfast-in-bed.html' title='Breakfast in bed'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16288163517228224596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WARYc5zTWqQ/SoEVFyHtxDI/AAAAAAAABBw/yDSIPdLHfvM/S220/IMG_3060.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-513033974928765266.post-1932157807994730146</id><published>2010-05-08T23:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-08T23:55:54.898-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='me'/><title type='text'>tomatoes</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Steph and I have been growing some tomatoes this year...along with some cilantro and some habanero peppers. We've never planted anything edible before. Every year I do a garden but it is a floral garden. So this has been new to us and to be honest, we have done no research. We just brought it home, watered it and loved it. We noticed some &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;green, grape sized growths&lt;/span&gt; on our tomato plant recently...lo and behold, a few days later, they started turning red. How happy were we!! SOOOO happy.&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469159077714051922" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WARYc5zTWqQ/S-ZbNE8_w1I/AAAAAAAABLI/1Cue2ZbqD-Q/s320/IMG_8671.JPG" /&gt;So happy, Stephs eyes began to look like little tomatoes to me. &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469159093236283218" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WARYc5zTWqQ/S-ZbN-xyN1I/AAAAAAAABLQ/6HggcbUiGIE/s320/IMG_8673.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;random fact..I love tomatoes!!  Especially little ones that I can just pop right into my mouth!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/513033974928765266-1932157807994730146?l=wrightmylifeaway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wrightmylifeaway.blogspot.com/feeds/1932157807994730146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=513033974928765266&amp;postID=1932157807994730146' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/513033974928765266/posts/default/1932157807994730146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/513033974928765266/posts/default/1932157807994730146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wrightmylifeaway.blogspot.com/2010/05/tomatoes.html' title='tomatoes'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16288163517228224596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WARYc5zTWqQ/SoEVFyHtxDI/AAAAAAAABBw/yDSIPdLHfvM/S220/IMG_3060.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WARYc5zTWqQ/S-ZbNE8_w1I/AAAAAAAABLI/1Cue2ZbqD-Q/s72-c/IMG_8671.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-513033974928765266.post-360142869396965939</id><published>2010-05-07T23:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-08T12:43:32.918-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='me'/><title type='text'>What I've always wanted</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WARYc5zTWqQ/S-UKJjr2TnI/AAAAAAAABLA/X8kENBSp7gc/s1600/IMG_8684.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 314px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WARYc5zTWqQ/S-UKJjr2TnI/AAAAAAAABLA/X8kENBSp7gc/s320/IMG_8684.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468788481825590898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My mother took me out for a much needed pedicure yesterday.  Back when we weren't poor, this was something I was able to do quite often...like every 2 to 3 weeks.  Now, it's something I do only in my dreams.  It had been almost 2 years since my last one so when mama suggested it, I gladly accepted.  One of my favorite things about getting a pedicure is picking out the color.  Not that it ever changes but I like reading the names of the OPI colors.  They're so...random.  One of my all time fav colors is one called "I'm not really a waitress red", I wore that one for like a year straight.  Then there's "that's an el of a color!" which, too, is very pretty and quite addicting.  That one accompanied me for about 6 months.  My new fav, which I have at home and is the only one I use..I even took it with me yesterday is "What I've always wanted".  You can't tell by the pic but it's somewhat shimmery and the shimmer is like a gold tinted shimmer....hard to explain....but it truly is what I've always wanted! So thanks mom!  Love ya!  And my feet love ya too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/513033974928765266-360142869396965939?l=wrightmylifeaway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wrightmylifeaway.blogspot.com/feeds/360142869396965939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=513033974928765266&amp;postID=360142869396965939' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/513033974928765266/posts/default/360142869396965939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/513033974928765266/posts/default/360142869396965939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wrightmylifeaway.blogspot.com/2010/05/what-ive-always-wanted.html' title='What I&apos;ve always wanted'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16288163517228224596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WARYc5zTWqQ/SoEVFyHtxDI/AAAAAAAABBw/yDSIPdLHfvM/S220/IMG_3060.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WARYc5zTWqQ/S-UKJjr2TnI/AAAAAAAABLA/X8kENBSp7gc/s72-c/IMG_8684.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-513033974928765266.post-8883043283992631494</id><published>2010-05-06T22:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-06T22:49:32.642-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='me'/><title type='text'>the midwest</title><content type='html'>Today was another &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;really&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; busy day.  And tonight is another &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;really&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; sleepy night.  So I will give you 1, only 1, random fact and then go to bed.  I once hitch-hiked across the midwest...Texas, Oklahoma, Missouri, Kansas, and Colorado.  I truly am lucky to be alive!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/513033974928765266-8883043283992631494?l=wrightmylifeaway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wrightmylifeaway.blogspot.com/feeds/8883043283992631494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=513033974928765266&amp;postID=8883043283992631494' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/513033974928765266/posts/default/8883043283992631494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/513033974928765266/posts/default/8883043283992631494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wrightmylifeaway.blogspot.com/2010/05/midwest.html' title='the midwest'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16288163517228224596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WARYc5zTWqQ/SoEVFyHtxDI/AAAAAAAABBw/yDSIPdLHfvM/S220/IMG_3060.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-513033974928765266.post-8173001640200748379</id><published>2010-05-05T23:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-05T23:53:11.993-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='me'/><title type='text'>bugs</title><content type='html'>busy day....so tired...my random fact for the day is simple...I hate bugs! Not only do I hate them but am deathly afraid of them. I do believe that someone must have tortured me with them as a child for this fear I have is not normal.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/513033974928765266-8173001640200748379?l=wrightmylifeaway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wrightmylifeaway.blogspot.com/feeds/8173001640200748379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=513033974928765266&amp;postID=8173001640200748379' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/513033974928765266/posts/default/8173001640200748379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/513033974928765266/posts/default/8173001640200748379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wrightmylifeaway.blogspot.com/2010/05/bugs.html' title='bugs'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16288163517228224596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WARYc5zTWqQ/SoEVFyHtxDI/AAAAAAAABBw/yDSIPdLHfvM/S220/IMG_3060.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-513033974928765266.post-2811809255652677686</id><published>2010-05-04T22:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-05T09:26:18.180-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='me'/><title type='text'>average</title><content type='html'>I am 5'5 and my shoe size is an 8 which according to answerbag is average for both. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Guess average isn't so bad after all. &lt;/span&gt;I could be 4'9 with size 11 feet. Now &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; would be bad.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/513033974928765266-2811809255652677686?l=wrightmylifeaway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wrightmylifeaway.blogspot.com/feeds/2811809255652677686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=513033974928765266&amp;postID=2811809255652677686' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/513033974928765266/posts/default/2811809255652677686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/513033974928765266/posts/default/2811809255652677686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wrightmylifeaway.blogspot.com/2010/05/average.html' title='average'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16288163517228224596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WARYc5zTWqQ/SoEVFyHtxDI/AAAAAAAABBw/yDSIPdLHfvM/S220/IMG_3060.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-513033974928765266.post-8692234816035113528</id><published>2010-05-03T17:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-04T20:17:56.323-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='me'/><title type='text'>A - 36</title><content type='html'>My friend Jolene has decided to take the challenge. And she's doing quite well I might add. Anyways, she has decided to do the ABC's of me to take up for 26 days of her month...smart thinking. Although I will not do the whole alphabet with her, I will copy her today...and a few more times this month...Maybe. So today, she is on &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt; for Age...what?! I have to reveal my age!! Who the heck cares?! It's only a number, right? Well, obviously, Jolene cares. So for Jolene, and the rest of the inquiring minds who just have to know...It's 36...&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;I'm 36 years old!! &lt;/span&gt;Born on a Tuesday evening in March in San Antonio, Texas. And you? How old might you be?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/513033974928765266-8692234816035113528?l=wrightmylifeaway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wrightmylifeaway.blogspot.com/feeds/8692234816035113528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=513033974928765266&amp;postID=8692234816035113528' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/513033974928765266/posts/default/8692234816035113528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/513033974928765266/posts/default/8692234816035113528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wrightmylifeaway.blogspot.com/2010/05/36.html' title='A - 36'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16288163517228224596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WARYc5zTWqQ/SoEVFyHtxDI/AAAAAAAABBw/yDSIPdLHfvM/S220/IMG_3060.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-513033974928765266.post-6872955047830547361</id><published>2010-05-02T19:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-02T21:29:19.016-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='me'/><title type='text'>I love it</title><content type='html'>This morning we slept in, which felt so good. We usually wake up promptly at 7:30 for church and leave here at 8:45 but this morning at 5am when my head was pounding like nothing I've ever felt before, I decided to sleep in and miss church. Something I already regreat doing. Why? Because I always feel so guilty missing church. I feel like I'm not setting a good example for my children. Anyways, we got up at about 9:30, I showered, and Steph made breakfast. Then we decided, who knows why, that we would watch Rocky. And when it was over, we decided we would watch Rocky 2, and before I knew it, we had watched all 5 Rockys'. Which brings me to my random fact for the day. In case any of you didn't already know this. I love to fight. Isn't that horrible? I do. Of course, I wouldn't just walk up and pick a fight with someone but let me tell you, I sure wouldn't back down if someone challenged me. I know now that I'm a bit older and a lot heavier I would probably get my butt kicked but I'd still love it. I also know that it's not a Christlike thing to do and no lady who wants to be called a lady should ever do it which is why I haven't gotten into a fight in quite a few years.  Would still talk the trash though.  A horrible thing I know. But none-the-less, a random fact you didn't know about me before.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/513033974928765266-6872955047830547361?l=wrightmylifeaway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wrightmylifeaway.blogspot.com/feeds/6872955047830547361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=513033974928765266&amp;postID=6872955047830547361' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/513033974928765266/posts/default/6872955047830547361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/513033974928765266/posts/default/6872955047830547361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wrightmylifeaway.blogspot.com/2010/05/i-love-it.html' title='I love it'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16288163517228224596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WARYc5zTWqQ/SoEVFyHtxDI/AAAAAAAABBw/yDSIPdLHfvM/S220/IMG_3060.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-513033974928765266.post-816524208183305827</id><published>2010-05-01T18:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-04T20:18:20.982-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='me'/><title type='text'>The month of me</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WARYc5zTWqQ/S9zc0ZonjiI/AAAAAAAABK4/vyi1vDOuOe8/s1600/Dove+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 130px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 104px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466486840513498658" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WARYc5zTWqQ/S9zc0ZonjiI/AAAAAAAABK4/vyi1vDOuOe8/s320/Dove+2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I know facebook has been out for awhile but for the most part I think most of us didn't become as addicted as we are until recently...like in the past year recent. For myself, at least, this addiction to Facebook has really affected my enthusiasm for and attitude towards blogging. For starters, I think more people are on facebook so the minute they log on, they can see what you have written. With blogging, you have to hope they remember you have one and check it to see what you have to say for that day. And don't ask me why but most people don't tend to comment on blogger. You write something on facebook and everyone comments. So, for the most part...I think people are just facebooking a little more and blogging a little less. I, for sure, know that I have slacked waaaayyy too much when it comes to blogging. SO in an effort to keep up with the blogging community, I have thought of a challenge for us all. It is for those of us who "never know what to write about" or "don't think anyone wants to hear what I have to say". We will call it "the month of me". Everyday in the month of May we have to write one random thing about ourselves. If all you want to say is that you love onions, then that's all you have to say. BUT you have to do it every day to win the challenge. I'll start. K?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;I love Dove products!!&lt;/span&gt; I use their shampoo, conditioner, deodorant, soap, mousse, hairspray, EVERYTHING!! It all just smells &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;soooo&lt;/span&gt; good. What's your brand of preference when it comes to the shower? C'mon peeps...you can do this. Oh and the grand prize...A giftcard...for one of my many mentions this month...but I can't tell you what....yet!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/513033974928765266-816524208183305827?l=wrightmylifeaway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wrightmylifeaway.blogspot.com/feeds/816524208183305827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=513033974928765266&amp;postID=816524208183305827' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/513033974928765266/posts/default/816524208183305827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/513033974928765266/posts/default/816524208183305827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wrightmylifeaway.blogspot.com/2010/05/month-of-me.html' title='The month of me'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16288163517228224596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WARYc5zTWqQ/SoEVFyHtxDI/AAAAAAAABBw/yDSIPdLHfvM/S220/IMG_3060.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WARYc5zTWqQ/S9zc0ZonjiI/AAAAAAAABK4/vyi1vDOuOe8/s72-c/Dove+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-513033974928765266.post-6022423045789611209</id><published>2010-04-22T20:53:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-22T21:19:25.585-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jared'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Stephanie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jarom'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Justin'/><title type='text'>the whole family</title><content type='html'>Last night, I was feeling a bit tired by 9:30. So I shut off the lights, locked the doors and went to bed. I decided to make my rounds though and make sure all of the chitlins were snug in their beds. I checked on Justin...who has the only room downstairs...and sound asleep he was. As I made my way upstairs into Stephs room, then Jareds, then Jaroms I came to the harsh realization...this WHOLE family snores!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/513033974928765266-6022423045789611209?l=wrightmylifeaway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wrightmylifeaway.blogspot.com/feeds/6022423045789611209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=513033974928765266&amp;postID=6022423045789611209' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/513033974928765266/posts/default/6022423045789611209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/513033974928765266/posts/default/6022423045789611209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wrightmylifeaway.blogspot.com/2010/04/whole-family.html' title='the whole family'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16288163517228224596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WARYc5zTWqQ/SoEVFyHtxDI/AAAAAAAABBw/yDSIPdLHfvM/S220/IMG_3060.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-513033974928765266.post-2735392472261257984</id><published>2010-03-22T23:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-22T23:25:32.803-07:00</updated><title type='text'>wonder</title><content type='html'>do you ever wonder how you ended up here..what series of events led you to where you are today?  You  know, like, if I wouldn't of been working that night I may have never met him.  Or I wonder what would have happend  if I would have kept working there...etc, etc.  Tell me about your wonders...all of them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/513033974928765266-2735392472261257984?l=wrightmylifeaway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wrightmylifeaway.blogspot.com/feeds/2735392472261257984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=513033974928765266&amp;postID=2735392472261257984' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/513033974928765266/posts/default/2735392472261257984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/513033974928765266/posts/default/2735392472261257984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wrightmylifeaway.blogspot.com/2010/03/wonder.html' title='wonder'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16288163517228224596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WARYc5zTWqQ/SoEVFyHtxDI/AAAAAAAABBw/yDSIPdLHfvM/S220/IMG_3060.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-513033974928765266.post-4808694016616397845</id><published>2010-02-24T17:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-24T22:00:01.645-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthdays'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Stephanie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jarom'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='marital bliss'/><title type='text'>February thus far</title><content type='html'>OOOOOOHHH, how this blogging stuff has been neglected. I don't know what has changed in my life from last year to now but I can't seem to ever find time for this blog! Every day I tell myself that I will update the blog and every night I find myself NOT doing it. SO, since I failed miserably to blog at all in the month of February, here's whats gone on in my world:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Steph turned 13 - should I be excited about this? Because I wasn't. I no longer have a little girl.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442048569229310562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 248px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WARYc5zTWqQ/S4YKVytV-mI/AAAAAAAABJw/tAAL92CfXmU/s320/IMG_7752.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My baby brother got married - on my baby girls birthday!! Wow!! A married man. He's no longer my baby brother.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442048577887597330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WARYc5zTWqQ/S4YKWS9o8xI/AAAAAAAABJ4/ZbipCrI3_FM/s320/IMG_7737.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This is my newest sister in law, Paula. Doesn't she look sweet? She is.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442048588551717874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 227px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WARYc5zTWqQ/S4YKW6sKg_I/AAAAAAAABKA/OzqpVtafQYw/s320/IMG_7729.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Along with the celebrations of the month we did have some tears. THIS is my daughters spine. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442050176012781874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 258px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WARYc5zTWqQ/S4YLzUcYCTI/AAAAAAAABKI/sWUbonNYB2M/s320/IMG_7791.JPG" border="0" /&gt;If you're thinking it's a little curved...it is. So for the next year and a half to two years she will be wearing this.. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442050184126602994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WARYc5zTWqQ/S4YLzyq3HvI/AAAAAAAABKQ/cDc5dOSB3WE/s320/IMG_7798.JPG" border="0" /&gt;What a gloomy day that was for her...perfect weather for the occasion though. This was the sky driving home that day. Crazy huh?&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442050195636834786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WARYc5zTWqQ/S4YL0djHUeI/AAAAAAAABKY/UY8_Y-Ftolw/s320/IMG_7809.JPG" border="0" /&gt; And this is what it did to our neighborhood parks. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442050205229476114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WARYc5zTWqQ/S4YL1BSLaRI/AAAAAAAABKg/SZgfRHOQPWE/s320/IMG_7819.JPG" border="0" /&gt;But since we don't see too much rain in AZ, we wecome it! And last but not least... &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442051411949333394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WARYc5zTWqQ/S4YM7QqnK5I/AAAAAAAABKo/evvF99bBWEI/s320/IMG_7823.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Jarom started sleeping in his own bed!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Weather photos courtesy of my baby girl..on the drive home from getting her brace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/513033974928765266-4808694016616397845?l=wrightmylifeaway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wrightmylifeaway.blogspot.com/feeds/4808694016616397845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=513033974928765266&amp;postID=4808694016616397845' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/513033974928765266/posts/default/4808694016616397845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/513033974928765266/posts/default/4808694016616397845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wrightmylifeaway.blogspot.com/2010/02/february-thus-far.html' title='February thus far'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16288163517228224596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WARYc5zTWqQ/SoEVFyHtxDI/AAAAAAAABBw/yDSIPdLHfvM/S220/IMG_3060.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WARYc5zTWqQ/S4YKVytV-mI/AAAAAAAABJw/tAAL92CfXmU/s72-c/IMG_7752.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-513033974928765266.post-5972434740297487004</id><published>2010-02-02T16:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-02T21:41:15.214-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the Wright house'/><title type='text'>shoes and socks</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I find it very suspicious how you can put a &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PAIR&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; of socks in the washer but when the load comes out of the dryer the pair has gone their seperate ways and only one &lt;em&gt;lonely&lt;/em&gt; sock makes its way back to you. I have a basket where I keep all of those lonely socks. There they sit until their mate decides to find its way out of the dryer. Sometimes that's an hour until the next load comes out and sometimes thats a week. But here lately we haven't done very good at matching those socks up right away. Needless to say it made for an abundance of "unmatched" socks in the basket. So last week I decided I would finally match them all up. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wowza!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Who knew we owned that many socks?! Not I! I matched 58 pairs...and, of course, there were still some stragglers waiting for their mates to return. Needless to say, our drawers were overflowing and the kids were happy because they didn't have to do the matching. I didn't think to take a picture until it was too late and they were already put away. That night though, as I made my way upstairs to bed, it was like going thru a maze trying not to step on all of the shoes my family had left all over. So I thought I would be nice and pick them up (and take a picture if need be)...I mean, how long could it take. So I walked the whole downstairs and in 3 minutes I picked up &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;all &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;of these...&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433885796402353698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WARYc5zTWqQ/S2kKV4SaViI/AAAAAAAABJo/pBPUFbkrm4Y/s320/IMG_7707.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;18 pairs of shoes!! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; And 2 without their mates.  Is that not the most ridiculous thing you've heard?  I was so bloomin' mad.  I left them there til morning, woke the kids up an hour early, made them put all of their shoes away, put all of their folded clothes away, sweep, and clean the kitchen...which must of cured them because the house has been clean ever since!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/513033974928765266-5972434740297487004?l=wrightmylifeaway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wrightmylifeaway.blogspot.com/feeds/5972434740297487004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=513033974928765266&amp;postID=5972434740297487004' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/513033974928765266/posts/default/5972434740297487004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/513033974928765266/posts/default/5972434740297487004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wrightmylifeaway.blogspot.com/2010/02/shoes-and-socks.html' title='shoes and socks'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16288163517228224596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WARYc5zTWqQ/SoEVFyHtxDI/AAAAAAAABBw/yDSIPdLHfvM/S220/IMG_3060.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WARYc5zTWqQ/S2kKV4SaViI/AAAAAAAABJo/pBPUFbkrm4Y/s72-c/IMG_7707.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-513033974928765266.post-1766915741389282457</id><published>2010-01-23T23:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-23T23:16:40.064-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jarom'/><title type='text'>I won't stop trying</title><content type='html'>I failed miserably at blogging at least 4 times a week.  I failed to even blog once this week but hey...&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;I won't stop trying!!&lt;/span&gt;  This weeks news:&lt;br /&gt;~hubby had a birthday...you don't even want to know so don't ask!!  Let me just say this...the smoke detectors almost went off. &lt;br /&gt;~It rained.  And it rained.  And it rained.  Then, it flooded.  Now it's beautiful again...for a few days at least.&lt;br /&gt;~I got a new cell phone (same #)...it's pink and really cute.&lt;br /&gt;~Jarom (my 3 year old) has&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt; NEVER&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; wet the bed...so when he woke up wet the other day I said "Jarom, did you wet the bed?" to which he replied "uh, No mama, the bed wet me!!"  So stinkin' cute!!  How do you get mad at that?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/513033974928765266-1766915741389282457?l=wrightmylifeaway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wrightmylifeaway.blogspot.com/feeds/1766915741389282457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=513033974928765266&amp;postID=1766915741389282457' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/513033974928765266/posts/default/1766915741389282457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/513033974928765266/posts/default/1766915741389282457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wrightmylifeaway.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-wont-stop-trying.html' title='I won&apos;t stop trying'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16288163517228224596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WARYc5zTWqQ/SoEVFyHtxDI/AAAAAAAABBw/yDSIPdLHfvM/S220/IMG_3060.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-513033974928765266.post-1270568625829949862</id><published>2010-01-14T09:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-14T10:08:04.409-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Justin'/><title type='text'>Offensive MVP</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WARYc5zTWqQ/S09c4WaXlwI/AAAAAAAABJY/OL4AfJj2_gw/s1600-h/s41078cb119280_22_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426658199163344642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 256px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WARYc5zTWqQ/S09c4WaXlwI/AAAAAAAABJY/OL4AfJj2_gw/s320/s41078cb119280_22_2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We had Justins football banquet on Monday night...potluck style. So the menu consisted of some fried chicken, pizza, lots of lasagnas, someone cooked a ham, someone else tried to make enchiladas but they looked a little dry and cracked and bit like cardboard so I didn't have any. Then of course we had potato salad, pasta salad, watergate salad...all kinds of hodge podge. It's a good thing my &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Soupa-Star&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; was recognized otherwise it wouldn't have been a very memorable night. So let me get on with my bragging so that I can go make myself some breakfast!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Justin Andrew Wright, son of Steven and Julie Wright is the &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Offensive MVP&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; of the year! Scoring 114 points out of the 266 total points scored this season with an average of 12.7 points per game, he rushed 146 times and ran the ball 1161 yards!! He made 16 Rushing Touchdowns and 1 Receiving touchdown, 4 - 2 point conversions, and 4 successful kicks out of 6 tries! And lastly, &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;he made his mama proud&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;!! So you can see how recognition made the night worth it...I'll get over the trauma of the food soon enough. We love you Justin!! Good job!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426658213933830642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 242px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WARYc5zTWqQ/S09c5Nb7UfI/AAAAAAAABJg/IugGBtgf2Ww/s320/s41078cb119280_30.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/513033974928765266-1270568625829949862?l=wrightmylifeaway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wrightmylifeaway.blogspot.com/feeds/1270568625829949862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=513033974928765266&amp;postID=1270568625829949862' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/513033974928765266/posts/default/1270568625829949862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/513033974928765266/posts/default/1270568625829949862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wrightmylifeaway.blogspot.com/2010/01/offensive-mvp.html' title='Offensive MVP'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16288163517228224596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WARYc5zTWqQ/SoEVFyHtxDI/AAAAAAAABBw/yDSIPdLHfvM/S220/IMG_3060.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WARYc5zTWqQ/S09c4WaXlwI/AAAAAAAABJY/OL4AfJj2_gw/s72-c/s41078cb119280_22_2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-513033974928765266.post-4557505954466526129</id><published>2010-01-13T08:21:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-13T08:35:16.772-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Only in Arizona</title><content type='html'>Imagine if you will, dropping your child off across the street from her school.  Many other children are being dropped off at the same time and there are children walking from every direction to the school entrance.  As you sit there waiting for traffic to move, you are watching your daughter and her friend at the crosswalk when all of the sudden, from the corner of your eye you see an animal of some sort running thru all of the children.  Actually, he's not so much running, as he is trotting...happily, I might add.  When upon taking a closer look you discover this animal is none other than a &lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;WILD&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HUNGRY&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, probably &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;RABID&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;COYOTE!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What would you do?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I just sat there in amazement and prayed that mine wouldn't be the child trying to pet it.  She wasn't.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/513033974928765266-4557505954466526129?l=wrightmylifeaway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wrightmylifeaway.blogspot.com/feeds/4557505954466526129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=513033974928765266&amp;postID=4557505954466526129' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/513033974928765266/posts/default/4557505954466526129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/513033974928765266/posts/default/4557505954466526129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wrightmylifeaway.blogspot.com/2010/01/only-in-arizona.html' title='Only in Arizona'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16288163517228224596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WARYc5zTWqQ/SoEVFyHtxDI/AAAAAAAABBw/yDSIPdLHfvM/S220/IMG_3060.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-513033974928765266.post-381549472376021497</id><published>2010-01-07T22:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-07T22:31:04.011-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jarom'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='me'/><title type='text'>right there on my sofa</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WARYc5zTWqQ/S0bRBmpkg1I/AAAAAAAABJQ/dKCabAlI-xc/s1600-h/IMG_7228.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424252626699322194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 251px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WARYc5zTWqQ/S0bRBmpkg1I/AAAAAAAABJQ/dKCabAlI-xc/s320/IMG_7228.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Tonight, as I was watching &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Texas&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; get &lt;em&gt;slaughtered&lt;/em&gt; by &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bama&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Jarom decided he wanted to cuddle with me. And with those beautiful little eyes of his, he looked up at me, kissed my cheek and said, &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"mama, you're a good mom!".&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And right there on my sofa...I melted.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/513033974928765266-381549472376021497?l=wrightmylifeaway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wrightmylifeaway.blogspot.com/feeds/381549472376021497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=513033974928765266&amp;postID=381549472376021497' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/513033974928765266/posts/default/381549472376021497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/513033974928765266/posts/default/381549472376021497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wrightmylifeaway.blogspot.com/2010/01/right-there-on-my-sofa.html' title='right there on my sofa'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16288163517228224596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WARYc5zTWqQ/SoEVFyHtxDI/AAAAAAAABBw/yDSIPdLHfvM/S220/IMG_3060.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WARYc5zTWqQ/S0bRBmpkg1I/AAAAAAAABJQ/dKCabAlI-xc/s72-c/IMG_7228.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-513033974928765266.post-2539204017105899048</id><published>2010-01-06T20:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-06T20:25:32.449-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm loving it</title><content type='html'>The kids went back to school today. &lt;br /&gt;I'm loving it!! (sung like the McDonalds commercials)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/513033974928765266-2539204017105899048?l=wrightmylifeaway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wrightmylifeaway.blogspot.com/feeds/2539204017105899048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=513033974928765266&amp;postID=2539204017105899048' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/513033974928765266/posts/default/2539204017105899048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/513033974928765266/posts/default/2539204017105899048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wrightmylifeaway.blogspot.com/2010/01/im-loving-it.html' title='I&apos;m loving it'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16288163517228224596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WARYc5zTWqQ/SoEVFyHtxDI/AAAAAAAABBw/yDSIPdLHfvM/S220/IMG_3060.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-513033974928765266.post-1240090099472833176</id><published>2010-01-02T22:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-02T23:11:36.915-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='what I&apos;ve learned'/><title type='text'>effulgent</title><content type='html'>Last Sunday, while being ever so attentive at church, I took notice of the song we were singing. There within the lyrics of that hymn lied a word that I was unfamiliar with. Now I know some of you may think less of me when I tell you what the word is but at that point I decided I would write down at &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;least&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;one word a week during my Sunday meetings and get the proper definition. I actually wrote 3 down last Sunday but tonight I will share with you the word that started it all. And that word is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;effulgent&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; - shining, resplendent, with radiant splendor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;What did you learn last week?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/513033974928765266-1240090099472833176?l=wrightmylifeaway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wrightmylifeaway.blogspot.com/feeds/1240090099472833176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=513033974928765266&amp;postID=1240090099472833176' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/513033974928765266/posts/default/1240090099472833176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/513033974928765266/posts/default/1240090099472833176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wrightmylifeaway.blogspot.com/2010/01/effulgent.html' title='effulgent'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16288163517228224596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WARYc5zTWqQ/SoEVFyHtxDI/AAAAAAAABBw/yDSIPdLHfvM/S220/IMG_3060.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-513033974928765266.post-3010150136350441524</id><published>2010-01-01T22:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-01T22:55:13.321-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>I resolve to</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Here I am on this 1st day of the first month of the new decade trying to come up with some sensible resolutions.  I usually do pretty well...til about March.  So tonight as I sit here listening to my hubby snore, I resolve to:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;~go to bed earlier...especially on school nights...by midnight for sure.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;~drink less soda (to help w/ prior resolution) and eventually wean myself from my daily addiction.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;~drink more water...it does a body good&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;~read at least 8 books this year...I know that doesn't sound like a lot to some but for me it's plenty...I read 6 last year and was feeling quite accomplished and rather "smart".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;~and finally, to blog at least 4 times a week...even if it is rambling that no one but myself cares about.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And you...How many books did you read last year?  You thought I was going to ask what your resolution was, didn't you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/513033974928765266-3010150136350441524?l=wrightmylifeaway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wrightmylifeaway.blogspot.com/feeds/3010150136350441524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=513033974928765266&amp;postID=3010150136350441524' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/513033974928765266/posts/default/3010150136350441524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/513033974928765266/posts/default/3010150136350441524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wrightmylifeaway.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-resolve-to.html' title='I resolve to'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16288163517228224596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WARYc5zTWqQ/SoEVFyHtxDI/AAAAAAAABBw/yDSIPdLHfvM/S220/IMG_3060.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-513033974928765266.post-2023569137508656749</id><published>2009-12-30T22:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-01T22:39:27.605-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>Our December Diet</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421283349371254738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 222px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WARYc5zTWqQ/SzxEe6oDd9I/AAAAAAAABII/_egAqHP8X0k/s320/IMG_7631.JPG" border="0" /&gt; All we did for the month of December was EAT! Apparently, we have friends and neighbors who love us just the way we are (veluptuous) and want to keep us that way. This cute cookie jar was delivered to our door with &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THE BEST&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Pumpkin cookies I've ever had...the tin next to it was filled with the best sugar cookies &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;EV-ER&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. The Snowman platter with candies in it was filled with &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Scrumptuous&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; homemade fudge and the polka dot and striped candy dish was filled with almond M&amp;amp;M's which were pretty &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Diddly arn delicious&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WARYc5zTWqQ/SzxGwIziSoI/AAAAAAAABIg/t6kE9nTnnP8/s1600-h/IMG_7628.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421285844258540162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WARYc5zTWqQ/SzxGwIziSoI/AAAAAAAABIg/t6kE9nTnnP8/s320/IMG_7628.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; These cinnamon rolls were &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;DA Bomb&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WARYc5zTWqQ/SzxGv84_vCI/AAAAAAAABIY/6rhVLWspydY/s1600-h/IMG_7529.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421285841060215842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WARYc5zTWqQ/SzxGv84_vCI/AAAAAAAABIY/6rhVLWspydY/s320/IMG_7529.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; and so was the tiramisu!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WARYc5zTWqQ/SzxEeXbwQDI/AAAAAAAABIA/HDQriAVnRg4/s1600-h/IMG_7627.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421283339924422706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 235px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WARYc5zTWqQ/SzxEeXbwQDI/AAAAAAAABIA/HDQriAVnRg4/s320/IMG_7627.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Some sort of streussel cake...I didn't even get a piece of this stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WARYc5zTWqQ/SzxEeIoiJqI/AAAAAAAABH4/WfgzS5ECiDk/s1600-h/IMG_7585.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421283335951492770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WARYc5zTWqQ/SzxEeIoiJqI/AAAAAAAABH4/WfgzS5ECiDk/s320/IMG_7585.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I did, however, eat &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ALL&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; of these!! I love nuts! If you've got nuts, you're my best friend!! And I &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;will &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;eat them!! (that sounded horrible)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WARYc5zTWqQ/SzxEdVae9gI/AAAAAAAABHw/UfCo8uoPVu4/s1600-h/IMG_7528.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421283322202355202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WARYc5zTWqQ/SzxEdVae9gI/AAAAAAAABHw/UfCo8uoPVu4/s320/IMG_7528.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; one of my favs was this homemade fudge...she tried to wrap it all up in name brand paper but I swear, we could&lt;em&gt; taste&lt;/em&gt; the LOVE in it! There's no foolin' us Jolene!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421285850690653874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WARYc5zTWqQ/SzxGwgxEjrI/AAAAAAAABIo/F_A-5OhB0dw/s320/IMG_7629.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Sarinah's candy didn't last long enough for me to even get the camera out...they had it eaten before I could say &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;"wait!!".&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This cranberry nut bread sits on my counter tonight...enjoy yourself little loaf...for tomorrow you will be no more!!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421293651260732258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 179px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WARYc5zTWqQ/SzxN2kJ582I/AAAAAAAABIw/8OYG0u65afU/s320/IMG_7634.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Of course, we washed it all down with a little bit this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421293659228572722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 198px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WARYc5zTWqQ/SzxN3B1ljDI/AAAAAAAABI4/ZeoZC3TCUz0/s320/IMG_7639.JPG" border="0" /&gt; and a little bit of that...&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421295419501672946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 130px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 98px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WARYc5zTWqQ/SzxPdfXZefI/AAAAAAAABJA/QLqi0sUnUq4/s320/coca+cola.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And, this, my friends, is why mama needs a new pair of running shoes!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;My apologies to those whose treats were not shown here...I didn't think of taking the pics until the day before Christmas...or somewhere around there. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/513033974928765266-2023569137508656749?l=wrightmylifeaway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wrightmylifeaway.blogspot.com/feeds/2023569137508656749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=513033974928765266&amp;postID=2023569137508656749' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/513033974928765266/posts/default/2023569137508656749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/513033974928765266/posts/default/2023569137508656749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wrightmylifeaway.blogspot.com/2009/12/our-december-diet.html' title='Our December Diet'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16288163517228224596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WARYc5zTWqQ/SoEVFyHtxDI/AAAAAAAABBw/yDSIPdLHfvM/S220/IMG_3060.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WARYc5zTWqQ/SzxEe6oDd9I/AAAAAAAABII/_egAqHP8X0k/s72-c/IMG_7631.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-513033974928765266.post-7210366753846120518</id><published>2009-12-29T22:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-29T23:01:59.023-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='complete happiness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><title type='text'>Candy-licious</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The 3 year old got to hang the candy canes this year.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420917634306186722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WARYc5zTWqQ/Szr33f14neI/AAAAAAAABHI/Fmvf3x1AVv4/s320/IMG_7572.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;but everyone took turns eating 'em...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420917640449834882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 242px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WARYc5zTWqQ/Szr332upP4I/AAAAAAAABHQ/lCpyMZZzE5I/s320/IMG_7573.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420918029025284786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WARYc5zTWqQ/Szr4OeSQErI/AAAAAAAABHo/NdZ5huRvZGw/s320/IMG_7576.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and there were tons to be eaten!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420917664055073954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 263px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WARYc5zTWqQ/Szr35OqknKI/AAAAAAAABHg/rq7378zndmk/s320/IMG_7575.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420917655579755106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 258px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WARYc5zTWqQ/Szr34vF5gmI/AAAAAAAABHY/U1IKMScPhfc/s320/IMG_7574.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thank goodness for strong branches...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420917622071497458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WARYc5zTWqQ/Szr32yQ6EvI/AAAAAAAABHA/DQdf8zD7gwM/s320/IMG_7571.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And toothbrushes!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/513033974928765266-7210366753846120518?l=wrightmylifeaway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wrightmylifeaway.blogspot.com/feeds/7210366753846120518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=513033974928765266&amp;postID=7210366753846120518' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/513033974928765266/posts/default/7210366753846120518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/513033974928765266/posts/default/7210366753846120518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wrightmylifeaway.blogspot.com/2009/12/candy-licious.html' title='Candy-licious'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16288163517228224596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WARYc5zTWqQ/SoEVFyHtxDI/AAAAAAAABBw/yDSIPdLHfvM/S220/IMG_3060.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WARYc5zTWqQ/Szr33f14neI/AAAAAAAABHI/Fmvf3x1AVv4/s72-c/IMG_7572.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-513033974928765266.post-8925268044483218294</id><published>2009-12-27T15:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-29T00:15:54.569-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='memories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><title type='text'>Christmas Memories</title><content type='html'>Wow!! Time sure has flown by!! I just logged on to write a new post and saw that I hadn't blogged in a month. Guess that's what happens when you're making &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8 million&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; tamales!! &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420549702084351554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WARYc5zTWqQ/SzmpPBgWVkI/AAAAAAAABFI/FxEjm267XZ4/s320/IMG_7389.JPG" border="0" /&gt;I never thought I would be as busy as I was. I decided that I would only commit 2 - 3 days a week to my tamale work and the rest of the week was for family and Christmas stuff!! I stuck to my 2 days a week but it seems I just never got around to the Christmas stuff. I checked my calendar and it was suddenly December 20th....and I'd done absolutely &lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;NO&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; shopping!! I'm not quite sure what it was but I just couldn't get with it this year. We didn't even get the tree up until the 16th. Anyways, Christmas came wheter I wanted it to or not and with that came lots of wonderful memories. Like...Jareds birthday.. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420549713133212386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WARYc5zTWqQ/SzmpPqqmkuI/AAAAAAAABFQ/BdE7kDHVhb4/s320/IMG_7399.JPG" border="0" /&gt;parties with Santa..&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420549716294042914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WARYc5zTWqQ/SzmpP2cNBSI/AAAAAAAABFY/k68JKjVrnKc/s320/IMG_7343.JPG" border="0" /&gt;and a surprise visit from Josh.. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420552205230799346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 224px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WARYc5zTWqQ/Szmrguc9-fI/AAAAAAAABFg/V-pDSx3TmQQ/s320/IMG_7484.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Then of course we had Steve's company Christmas picnic..&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420552211093018370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WARYc5zTWqQ/SzmrhESoVwI/AAAAAAAABFo/DSkLM5MIbjU/s320/IMG_7487.JPG" border="0" /&gt;stubborn children...&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420552214679840178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WARYc5zTWqQ/SzmrhRpy5bI/AAAAAAAABFw/uC0b8VR55p0/s320/IMG_7466.JPG" border="0" /&gt;and unsuccessful family pictures.. (guess that's what I get for trying at the picnic) &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420555091620478834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WARYc5zTWqQ/SzmuIvF5P3I/AAAAAAAABGI/xl3QijjI7QQ/s320/IMG_7513.JPG" border="0" /&gt; We taught our kids about crack and how &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;unattractive&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; it can make you...&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420562194949204882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 222px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WARYc5zTWqQ/Szm0mNDb65I/AAAAAAAABGQ/AbHu2XuMyro/s320/IMG_7515.JPG" border="0" /&gt;beat eachother up...&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420562201842417970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WARYc5zTWqQ/Szm0mmu6ATI/AAAAAAAABGY/NrziHDBq77A/s320/IMG_7506.JPG" border="0" /&gt;spent time with old friends... &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420566040235797522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WARYc5zTWqQ/Szm4GB3M7BI/AAAAAAAABGo/foyiKEGeu1U/s320/IMG_7370.JPG" border="0" /&gt;and said our goodbyes...&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420562211270463810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WARYc5zTWqQ/Szm0nJ2ukUI/AAAAAAAABGg/rLa4q-TqESQ/s320/IMG_7551.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420566051553275538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WARYc5zTWqQ/Szm4GsBf7pI/AAAAAAAABGw/t3elj8mb1Kw/s320/IMG_7552.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420566343210169522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 259px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WARYc5zTWqQ/Szm4Xqh69LI/AAAAAAAABG4/k0DOVcpi-eY/s320/IMG_7556.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Another great year with family and friends...It's a wonderful life!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/513033974928765266-8925268044483218294?l=wrightmylifeaway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wrightmylifeaway.blogspot.com/feeds/8925268044483218294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=513033974928765266&amp;postID=8925268044483218294' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/513033974928765266/posts/default/8925268044483218294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/513033974928765266/posts/default/8925268044483218294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wrightmylifeaway.blogspot.com/2009/12/memories.html' title='Christmas Memories'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16288163517228224596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WARYc5zTWqQ/SoEVFyHtxDI/AAAAAAAABBw/yDSIPdLHfvM/S220/IMG_3060.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WARYc5zTWqQ/SzmpPBgWVkI/AAAAAAAABFI/FxEjm267XZ4/s72-c/IMG_7389.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-513033974928765266.post-3337921328154615135</id><published>2009-11-26T07:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-29T23:02:28.683-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='just'/><title type='text'>jipped</title><content type='html'>I'm feeling a little jipped this morning. I went on to the &lt;a href="http://thepioneerwoman.com/"&gt;pioneer womans blog&lt;/a&gt; to catch up on her book trip only to find that MM and boys tagged along and signed books with her!! &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What did we do so wrong here in Phoenix that we weren't special enough for this treat so many others got to enjoy?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; I'm demanding my $ back!! Or a special trip out here just for me. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'd make her some tamales...and my famous chicken tacos.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Think she'll come?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a little later in the morning: Okay, I sent her this...Hey Ree, I live out here in Mesa, Az where it's still 80 degrees...AND where MM and boys did NOT accompany you to the book signing!! Though I enjoyed meeting Melissa and your MIL I must admit I'm feeling a bit jipped not having MM's signature in this treasure of a cookbook...not to mention the boys!! Please advise me of how soon you can get them out here as I plan to have some fresh tamales waiting for them and maybe some chicken tacos before they leave. Oh, btw...your invited too.&lt;br /&gt;What do you think she'll say?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/513033974928765266-3337921328154615135?l=wrightmylifeaway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wrightmylifeaway.blogspot.com/feeds/3337921328154615135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=513033974928765266&amp;postID=3337921328154615135' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/513033974928765266/posts/default/3337921328154615135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/513033974928765266/posts/default/3337921328154615135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wrightmylifeaway.blogspot.com/2009/11/jipped.html' title='jipped'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16288163517228224596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WARYc5zTWqQ/SoEVFyHtxDI/AAAAAAAABBw/yDSIPdLHfvM/S220/IMG_3060.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-513033974928765266.post-6197137476298464011</id><published>2009-11-23T17:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T17:17:13.684-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>My party</title><content type='html'>Wow!!  It's been a while since I blogged last.  I have been rather busy.  This whole working out of the home thing is still throwing me for a loop!!  My poor kids grades are suffering and I know that has to do with my not being here to help them.  Scouts and Sports practice is missed more than it is attended because I'm at work and they just don't remember.  Jared played a whole season of flag football including the playoffs and I made it to 1 game.  I haven't been to church in forever because I have only had 1 Sunday off since I started working there in early August and no Saturdays off.  I'm totally hating it!!  Yes, I'm just feeling sorry for myself.  And as my hubby would say...Thanks for attending my pity party!!  Even if you didn't RSVP.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/513033974928765266-6197137476298464011?l=wrightmylifeaway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wrightmylifeaway.blogspot.com/feeds/6197137476298464011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=513033974928765266&amp;postID=6197137476298464011' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/513033974928765266/posts/default/6197137476298464011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/513033974928765266/posts/default/6197137476298464011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wrightmylifeaway.blogspot.com/2009/11/my-party.html' title='My party'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16288163517228224596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WARYc5zTWqQ/SoEVFyHtxDI/AAAAAAAABBw/yDSIPdLHfvM/S220/IMG_3060.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-513033974928765266.post-819676338525957642</id><published>2009-11-06T10:34:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-07T13:36:38.634-08:00</updated><title type='text'>the CEO and the Pioneer woman</title><content type='html'>So I was getting ready for work yesterday and thought to myself "hmmmm, I wonder when the Pioneer woman is going to be here". I knew she was coming because I had read it on her blog recently. So I run to the computer fearing I had missed her and much to my surprise she was scheduled to be here that day!! I told myself that I would definitely find a way to be there and that I wasn't going to call 8 million people and tell them because then that would add to the crowd that I would already have to fight to see her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then, my phone rang. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;me: Hello?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hi Julie, It's Rebecca (my boss)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;me: Hey Rebecca, what's up? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have you scheduled to work alone today until 2.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;me: oooookay? (rolling my eyes and wondering why she felt the need to call me and tell me this...I work alone all the time)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, rumor has it that Renato Cataldo is in town so I just wanted to give you a heads up. There's a chance he may stop by our studio (with excitement and a little nervousness in her voice).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;me: alllright, who's Renato Cataldo? And why is he coming to see me? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;UHHH, the CEO of the company!! And he's making surprise visits to some studios in the valley. (then she gives me the whole talk about what I should do if someone walks up to the counter and how I should be friendly and recognize them immediately...you know, because I'm so unfriendly and never do that ANYWAYS!!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So we hang up and I go to work. Then the phone rings at work and it's a manager from another studio...Hi Julie, It's Chris...has Renato shown up there? (all the while hyperventilating and sounding very nervous)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;me: no but I'll call you if he does&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;okay. Thanks Julie...I'm so nervous.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;me: no prob...bye!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Once I hung up I wondered why everyone was so flustered by this? I mean, he's the CEO. He's a normal person like you and me. It's not like the president was stopping by. The way I feel about it is as so: If you're doing your job and you're doing it right, then you have nothing to worry about. Right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So about an hour later, I'm on the phone with Rebecca again and who walks up to my counter but the CEO. He was actually quite nice and didn't have a negative thing to say. He asked me a few personal questions..how many kids?, all from the same marriage?, what I did before I worked there?, etc. Of course, I had to brag about&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt; my freshman who's on the varsity football team!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401478324288239858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WARYc5zTWqQ/SvXn6u0sOPI/AAAAAAAABE4/Lzp8QEL0vSw/s320/Justin+running+hard.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Then I had to argue with him when he said if it was Soccer then he would care. But since it's just football, he just can't get that excited. All in all it was a great experience and I was thrilled to have met him. Not many associates get that opportunity. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was off by 2 and decided I would go meet the pioneer woman. I went by myself and met lots of really nice people. A little later in the evening I called Diane who lives just 2 miles from there and she came and spent the evening with me just hanging out and chit chatting. I'd never been to a book signing before and I've always wanted to meet the pioneer woman!! &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401478325868690850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 206px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WARYc5zTWqQ/SvXn60tf_aI/AAAAAAAABFA/0Cwra6AxriE/s320/IMG_7221.JPG" border="0" /&gt;And yes, I did get her cookbook!  Good times, good times!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/513033974928765266-819676338525957642?l=wrightmylifeaway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wrightmylifeaway.blogspot.com/feeds/819676338525957642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=513033974928765266&amp;postID=819676338525957642' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/513033974928765266/posts/default/819676338525957642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/513033974928765266/posts/default/819676338525957642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wrightmylifeaway.blogspot.com/2009/11/ceo-and-pioneer-woman.html' title='the CEO and the Pioneer woman'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16288163517228224596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WARYc5zTWqQ/SoEVFyHtxDI/AAAAAAAABBw/yDSIPdLHfvM/S220/IMG_3060.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WARYc5zTWqQ/SvXn6u0sOPI/AAAAAAAABE4/Lzp8QEL0vSw/s72-c/Justin+running+hard.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-513033974928765266.post-3321453196043429312</id><published>2009-10-21T09:57:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-15T20:55:45.432-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Justin'/><title type='text'>let's just say</title><content type='html'>Let's just say you had a 14 year old freshman football player and he had seminary in the middle of the day. And then, let's just say you got an email from his seminary teacher saying that he wasn't there on Friday, October 9, which was, in fact, a half day. So you called the seminary teacher and said "are you sure he wasn't there? Maybe he walked in late because I know he was at school that day". And they said "no, we're pretty sure he wasn't here". So when this 14 year old gets home from school, you ask him about the incident and he says "no mom, I was there..we sang hymn 19 and took a scripture mastery quiz". All the while sounding oh so convincing. So you say "well, I'll just call him tomorrow and make sure you turned that quiz in and that he has a grade for you and then he'll know you were there". So you both agree that that's a good way to prove he was in class and go on about your night. Later in the evening, the family sits down for scripture study and before we begin, you read them the words to a hymn...one of your favorites actually..."&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;did you think to pray?"&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/em&gt;Oh, how praying rests the weary!! Prayer will change the night to day. So when life gets dark and dreary, Don't forget to pray.&lt;br /&gt;Then you send them to bed and remind them to say their personal prayers. Let's just say about 10 minutes later, that same 14 year old kid comes down, sits next to you, and says Mom, can I talk to you? Of course you say yes, because, how often does a 14 year old want to talk to Mom, right? And he proceeds to tell you that he did in fact miss seminary that day. Because his little football friends (all freshman) wanted to see what it would be like to be swept and what a better day than a half day to try it because then they would only be in there for 20 - 25 minutes (roughly). Of course, &lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;he&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; didn't want to do it but he let himself fall to peer pressure (&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;yeah, right!&lt;/span&gt;). You tell him how falling to peer pressure is a sign of weakness and that he is a leader, then you tell him that you are proud of him for telling the truth and ask him if it feels better to have that weight off of his shoulders now that he doesn't have to worry about being caught or having to lie anymore...to which he smiles and shyly chuckles and says "yeeeesssss!! Mom stop!! You're making me laugh!" (Because you say things in a silly way so that you can see him smile). And then you tell him that he's still your superstar and you will advise him of his consequence tomorrow and send him to bed but not before making him tell his father the truth too.&lt;br /&gt;So &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;let's just say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; that was the situation...what consequence would you give?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;being swept - when you are late for class, and have been locked out, security sweeps up all of the students in the halls and takes them to some classroom where they sit and do nothing..no talking. (because we all know that's a lot more productive then letting them in to class a little late and to actually learn something and just giving them a tardy!!) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/513033974928765266-3321453196043429312?l=wrightmylifeaway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wrightmylifeaway.blogspot.com/feeds/3321453196043429312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=513033974928765266&amp;postID=3321453196043429312' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/513033974928765266/posts/default/3321453196043429312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/513033974928765266/posts/default/3321453196043429312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wrightmylifeaway.blogspot.com/2009/10/lets-just-say.html' title='let&apos;s just say'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16288163517228224596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WARYc5zTWqQ/SoEVFyHtxDI/AAAAAAAABBw/yDSIPdLHfvM/S220/IMG_3060.JPG'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-513033974928765266.post-70443520002875126</id><published>2009-10-19T23:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-19T23:45:31.413-07:00</updated><title type='text'>oh so long ago</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WARYc5zTWqQ/St1ba9MiijI/AAAAAAAABEo/WecmD6cM29o/s1600-h/IMG_4495.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394568447321606706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WARYc5zTWqQ/St1ba9MiijI/AAAAAAAABEo/WecmD6cM29o/s320/IMG_4495.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I met my hubby, oh so long ago, at Jack In the Box. I knew his brother from high school and he brought my future hubby in with him one night. He cleaned my dining room and I made him the biggest, cholesterol filled, fat filled burger known to man, and a huge shake!! Of course I did this because I thought he was kinda cute and we all know the way to a mans heart is thru his belly. HE says that I've been trying to kill him since day 1 (not with my cooking but with the heart attack in a bag). Anyways, it must have worked because from that day forward he's been putty in my hands. Now he may try to act big and tough but that man loves me and will do or give me whatever I want!! Maybe this is why we've been married so long...I keep his belly happy and he keeps me happy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Speaking of being married so long, today was our anniversary...and what a &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;great&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; anniversary it was. A little dinner, a little dancing, some wine, what more could a girl ask for? &lt;em&gt;Alright&lt;/em&gt;, so we didn't have any wine...and we didn't dance either...but it &lt;em&gt;sounded&lt;/em&gt; good. We did dine though...at Red Lobster...you know, for the seafood lover in him!! It was great..and so is he!!  I mean, what would I have done without this in my life for all these years?&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394568455437944610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WARYc5zTWqQ/St1bbbboByI/AAAAAAAABEw/0FEt-j4MuM4/s320/Pics.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Love you babe!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Happy Anniversary!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/513033974928765266-70443520002875126?l=wrightmylifeaway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wrightmylifeaway.blogspot.com/feeds/70443520002875126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=513033974928765266&amp;postID=70443520002875126' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/513033974928765266/posts/default/70443520002875126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/513033974928765266/posts/default/70443520002875126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wrightmylifeaway.blogspot.com/2009/10/oh-so-long-ago.html' title='oh so long ago'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16288163517228224596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WARYc5zTWqQ/SoEVFyHtxDI/AAAAAAAABBw/yDSIPdLHfvM/S220/IMG_3060.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WARYc5zTWqQ/St1ba9MiijI/AAAAAAAABEo/WecmD6cM29o/s72-c/IMG_4495.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-513033974928765266.post-751475841448252468</id><published>2009-10-15T23:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-16T09:10:08.703-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Justin'/><title type='text'>#82...in our eyes.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WARYc5zTWqQ/StgZBCWXThI/AAAAAAAABEI/yn2jfJJi4aA/s1600-h/IMG_4713.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393088059377405458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 192px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WARYc5zTWqQ/StgZBCWXThI/AAAAAAAABEI/yn2jfJJi4aA/s320/IMG_4713.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I've failed to mention lately how well my son is doing in football this year. Not that I know much about the sport but I do know what a touchdown is....and man, I love it when it's my son makin' em (yes,that would be him with the ball in hand). &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393088076820641954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 194px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WARYc5zTWqQ/StgZCDVJ-KI/AAAAAAAABEY/5ApQvueBVBg/s320/Justin+the+great.jpg" border="0" /&gt;What I don't know is why the cheerleaders have a cheer that says something about red and black when they clearly wear white in half of their games...hmmmm? Another thing I don't know is why they have to be so rough with my baby!! And why I can't go spank those boys that are tackling him and then stare down at him like he's some fellon they won't let up 'til the cops arrive. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393090450047678482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 307px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WARYc5zTWqQ/StgbMMSkuBI/AAAAAAAABEg/j3mhucy1Cw0/s320/IMG_4707.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Look at that!! Even his own teammates are just starin' down at him like..."punk, you better not get back up!!" Getting back to the touchdowns though, he's made 12 so far this year (I think) and it just does something to me when he makes one. I'm like the Lion King when he holds his little cub up for all to see..."this is my baby!! And don't you forget it!!" Last night, for example, he ran a 60-65 yard touchdown...it was sweet!! And the voice that I had just gotten back yesterday after having been sick all week...well...it's gone again. But it was worth it!! &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Doesn't he look like a superstar?!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393088068859438354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WARYc5zTWqQ/StgZBlrDpRI/AAAAAAAABEQ/b6I503aGHz8/s320/Justin+running+hard.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;He is!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;...at least in our eyes!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/513033974928765266-751475841448252468?l=wrightmylifeaway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wrightmylifeaway.blogspot.com/feeds/751475841448252468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=513033974928765266&amp;postID=751475841448252468' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/513033974928765266/posts/default/751475841448252468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/513033974928765266/posts/default/751475841448252468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wrightmylifeaway.blogspot.com/2009/10/in-our-eyes.html' title='#82...in our eyes.'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16288163517228224596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WARYc5zTWqQ/SoEVFyHtxDI/AAAAAAAABBw/yDSIPdLHfvM/S220/IMG_3060.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WARYc5zTWqQ/StgZBCWXThI/AAAAAAAABEI/yn2jfJJi4aA/s72-c/IMG_4713.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-513033974928765266.post-7976826531140082250</id><published>2009-10-07T22:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-07T23:16:44.188-07:00</updated><title type='text'>these twirps</title><content type='html'>I can't believe how quickly this year has flown by. 3 more months and we'll be in a new year. I swear with every year I age, the years go by quicker and quicker. I remember when I was young and good lookin' like these twirps...&lt;br /&gt;(justin before homecoming)&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390105533288883026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 229px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WARYc5zTWqQ/Ss2AbK2NI1I/AAAAAAAABDA/6EKQBYIrRME/s320/IMG_6939.JPG" border="0" /&gt;(steph waiting for justin to get home from homecoming)&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390105542782288306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WARYc5zTWqQ/Ss2AbuNnAbI/AAAAAAAABDI/PzhAfEOmFJQ/s320/IMG_6951.JPG" border="0" /&gt; (jared at his 4th grade musical...Americans All)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390105525698371442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 319px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WARYc5zTWqQ/Ss2AaukfH3I/AAAAAAAABC4/H47zYt25YPI/s320/IMG_6891.JPG" border="0" /&gt;And speaking of these twirps, aren't they beautiful? I sure do think so!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/513033974928765266-7976826531140082250?l=wrightmylifeaway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wrightmylifeaway.blogspot.com/feeds/7976826531140082250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=513033974928765266&amp;postID=7976826531140082250' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/513033974928765266/posts/default/7976826531140082250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/513033974928765266/posts/default/7976826531140082250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wrightmylifeaway.blogspot.com/2009/10/these-twirps.html' title='these twirps'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16288163517228224596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WARYc5zTWqQ/SoEVFyHtxDI/AAAAAAAABBw/yDSIPdLHfvM/S220/IMG_3060.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WARYc5zTWqQ/Ss2AbK2NI1I/AAAAAAAABDA/6EKQBYIrRME/s72-c/IMG_6939.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-513033974928765266.post-6725669358442507687</id><published>2009-10-06T15:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-07T08:00:26.732-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='memories'/><title type='text'>secrets</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WARYc5zTWqQ/SsvO9Nm6z-I/AAAAAAAABCw/agVYnb8Qsy0/s1600-h/IMG_6969.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389628930099171298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 233px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WARYc5zTWqQ/SsvO9Nm6z-I/AAAAAAAABCw/agVYnb8Qsy0/s320/IMG_6969.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Growing up, my parents had many great friends. There were 3 families though (including my own) that were always and still are a &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;BIG&lt;/span&gt; part of our lives. We'll call these families the Browns, the Smiths, and the Jones'. I won't tell you though which family was mine or where I play a part in this story. So the Browns, Smiths and Jones' were great friends. Since we were all in the military and away from any of our extended families we considered eachother family. We spent every weekend bbq-ing, camping, or just hangin out. We spent all of our holidays together... Thanksgiving, Christmas, New Years, Easter, 4th of July, Halloween, you name it, we were together. All 3 families had kids and all of us kids were &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;VERY&lt;/span&gt; close. Since our families were together so often we had no choice but to hang out with eachother all the time. Well, us kids have a &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HUGE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; secret..something that some of us did and later revealed to the rest of us!! So huge that it would probably be a box office hit. So huge that one of the families suffered for it and was impacted by it for years. So huge that, if ever our parents found out, it would ruin the beautiful friendship that they all still have. Us kids are still close too...some closer than others but when we see the others every few years, we can pick up right where we left off. HOWEVER, this secret I speak of, is never mentioned. I don't think we've spoken of it since the day it happened some 20 years ago. In fact, I think if it were mentioned, it would even ruin some of our (us kids) friendships now. I always wonder if when the parents are gone, it will be spoken of, or if it will silently lurk in our memories forever...left to die with whichever one of us kids dies last.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;Do you have any secrets weighing you down? Please share...tell me we're not the only ones!!! Please!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Afterthought: it has nothing to do with any of us "hooking up".  We were never involved with eachother romantically...not even once...As far as I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/513033974928765266-6725669358442507687?l=wrightmylifeaway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wrightmylifeaway.blogspot.com/feeds/6725669358442507687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=513033974928765266&amp;postID=6725669358442507687' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/513033974928765266/posts/default/6725669358442507687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/513033974928765266/posts/default/6725669358442507687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wrightmylifeaway.blogspot.com/2009/10/secrets.html' title='secrets'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16288163517228224596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WARYc5zTWqQ/SoEVFyHtxDI/AAAAAAAABBw/yDSIPdLHfvM/S220/IMG_3060.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WARYc5zTWqQ/SsvO9Nm6z-I/AAAAAAAABCw/agVYnb8Qsy0/s72-c/IMG_6969.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-513033974928765266.post-8215973429665902658</id><published>2009-10-01T23:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-02T14:49:52.930-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ward business'/><title type='text'>It's official</title><content type='html'>I got my patriarchal blessing last month...Sept 20th at 4:45PM. Though I ditched church that day (due to my not feeling well) it was a very spiritual day. Anyways, the typed version came in the mail today. I opened it with much eagerness and read it and read it again. I love it!! I just want to go on Oprah and read it to the whole world!! Does anyone even watch Oprah anymore? Maybe Larry King? Anyways, I want to read it to the world!! So I was thinking...I got my patriarchal blessing, my temple recommend, have lots of kids and occasionally bake my own bread!! &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm an official mormon!! Yay!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;what now?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/513033974928765266-8215973429665902658?l=wrightmylifeaway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wrightmylifeaway.blogspot.com/feeds/8215973429665902658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=513033974928765266&amp;postID=8215973429665902658' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/513033974928765266/posts/default/8215973429665902658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/513033974928765266/posts/default/8215973429665902658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wrightmylifeaway.blogspot.com/2009/10/its-official.html' title='It&apos;s official'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16288163517228224596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WARYc5zTWqQ/SoEVFyHtxDI/AAAAAAAABBw/yDSIPdLHfvM/S220/IMG_3060.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-513033974928765266.post-1578132228140899146</id><published>2009-09-15T08:38:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-15T09:04:38.470-07:00</updated><title type='text'>time to have dad checked out</title><content type='html'>My parents recently moved here to AZ. I see them on a &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;daily&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; basis. They are very close to my kids and when they don't come over my kids panic. Which is why I was a bit stumped when I got this email from my dad last night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mija, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Is this Stephanie?? Let me know if it's not because I have a real cute picture of her if it's not. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dad&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And attached to it was this pic...&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381721545017116738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WARYc5zTWqQ/Sq-3O0rPyEI/AAAAAAAABCo/LCDs4AJFSwY/s320/IMG_0009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;yep, that's the kid he sees every night. The one we've called Stephanie for 12 years! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I think it's time to have dad checked out.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/513033974928765266-1578132228140899146?l=wrightmylifeaway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wrightmylifeaway.blogspot.com/feeds/1578132228140899146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=513033974928765266&amp;postID=1578132228140899146' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/513033974928765266/posts/default/1578132228140899146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/513033974928765266/posts/default/1578132228140899146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wrightmylifeaway.blogspot.com/2009/09/time-to-have-dad-checked-out.html' title='time to have dad checked out'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16288163517228224596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WARYc5zTWqQ/SoEVFyHtxDI/AAAAAAAABBw/yDSIPdLHfvM/S220/IMG_3060.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WARYc5zTWqQ/Sq-3O0rPyEI/AAAAAAAABCo/LCDs4AJFSwY/s72-c/IMG_0009.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-513033974928765266.post-8284910137188155504</id><published>2009-09-01T12:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-01T13:35:19.786-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funnies'/><title type='text'>Another facebook funny</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Okay, so here's what I posted on Facebook Sunday:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;had to work today...it sucked. I'm really bummed because I heard I missed some big changes at church today. And just so you all know, I love my enrichment calling...please no changes!! Please!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;To which someone commented back:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I was there and didn't notice any big changes. Was I sleeping or something? ;o)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Now normally this wouldn't be funny but maybe this will help you understand why it is:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;you didn't notice anything because I'm not in your ward anymore...I haven't been for almost a year...silly!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Her final reply:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;No way! Boy, am I observant or what!??? :o) I have been to busy for my own good. Well, I wish you the best! :o)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gee, I feel loved!! This explains why no one's called to say they miss me...&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;they haven't even noticed I'm gone!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/513033974928765266-8284910137188155504?l=wrightmylifeaway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wrightmylifeaway.blogspot.com/feeds/8284910137188155504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=513033974928765266&amp;postID=8284910137188155504' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/513033974928765266/posts/default/8284910137188155504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/513033974928765266/posts/default/8284910137188155504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wrightmylifeaway.blogspot.com/2009/09/another-facebook-funny.html' title='Another facebook funny'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16288163517228224596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WARYc5zTWqQ/SoEVFyHtxDI/AAAAAAAABBw/yDSIPdLHfvM/S220/IMG_3060.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-513033974928765266.post-4636247747168019700</id><published>2009-08-30T00:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-01T13:06:25.031-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jarom'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funnies'/><title type='text'>2 best friends</title><content type='html'>Today at work I was craving popcorn &lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;ALL DAY&lt;/span&gt;. I go thru these spurts when I just &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;REALLY, REALLY&lt;/span&gt;, want it and this week I've been in one of those spurts. You see, we have one of those old fashioned air poppers and it really does make &lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;THE BEST&lt;/span&gt; popcorn. Of course, after I make popcorn, my kids always want to be my best friend...until the bowls empty. Then they could care less about me or what I'm eating. So after work today, I came home and popped me a &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BIG, FAT&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, bowl of air popped popcorn with real butter drizzled on top. As all the chitlins gathered around, I realized how I kinda miss them when I'm gone. The way they all have to tell me something really important right when someone else starts talking...yeah...I totally miss them and their eagerness to chat with me. As I popped open my can of Coke and poured it in my glass the following conversation occurred:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jarom - mama, can I have a drink?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me - what?! You want some of my Coke?! Are you crazy?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jarom - Pleeeeeaaaassseee!! I'll be your best friend. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me - you'll be my best friend?! Well then of course you can have some.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;2 or 3 minutes go by&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jarom - Mom, can I have 2 drinks of your soda? I'll be &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;TWO &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;best friends (raising his eyebrows and smiling ever so intently at me)!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375661766731916946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 230px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WARYc5zTWqQ/Spov5Ta0ZpI/AAAAAAAABCg/ieBVNstQLVk/s320/IMG_3350.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And then I realized how much I &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;REALLY&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; miss them when I'm gone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/513033974928765266-4636247747168019700?l=wrightmylifeaway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wrightmylifeaway.blogspot.com/feeds/4636247747168019700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=513033974928765266&amp;postID=4636247747168019700' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/513033974928765266/posts/default/4636247747168019700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/513033974928765266/posts/default/4636247747168019700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wrightmylifeaway.blogspot.com/2009/08/2-best-friends.html' title='2 best friends'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16288163517228224596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WARYc5zTWqQ/SoEVFyHtxDI/AAAAAAAABBw/yDSIPdLHfvM/S220/IMG_3060.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WARYc5zTWqQ/Spov5Ta0ZpI/AAAAAAAABCg/ieBVNstQLVk/s72-c/IMG_3350.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-513033974928765266.post-4391916999196221576</id><published>2009-08-23T00:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-01T13:06:04.205-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funnies'/><title type='text'>Cracked me up!!</title><content type='html'>So, as most of you know, I am a facebooker too. I love it. Have found so many old friends and many people have found me. It's always fun to find someone after so many years and see whats new in their lives and vice versa. Thank goodness I've never gotten any negative comments written about me because let me tell you...back in the day, I had my moments!! But the following came awfully close!! By no means did I take offense or was I bothered by it...&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;it just CRACKED ME UP!!&lt;/span&gt; In case you have a hard time following, let me give you a brief scenario. An old friend (i think) looked me up and apparently found me. This is the correspondence that we have had thus far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;copied and pasted from Facebook&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hi Julie. Its Patty, remember me. Farb Middle School. Just curious if you do remember and what you been up to. Im not sure if we were good friends. I know we were on and off, but i just dont remember. Hope your life has been good. You still look the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=564563979"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;August 16 at 1:46pm&lt;br /&gt;Hi Patricia!! I do remember you!! And you look just the same too!! We were good friends in 7th grade and then I moved. But I think we were good friends. I remember hanging out with you ALOT. How have you been? Where do you live now? Kids? How many? I want to hear all about you. I live in Phoenix now, married with 5 kids. for the full detail of my life you should visit my blog...I write in there always!! Anyways, I can't wait to hear from you. Julie &lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.wrightmylifeaway.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;em&gt;www.wrightmylifeaway.blogspot.com&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=100000143591154"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=100000143591154"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hi, julie, nice to hear from you. I just got facebook, i was trying to locate heidi, which i did about 5yrs ago, but she moved and lost all her info, so we lost touch for years, til now. i found her name by accident. Im doing ok, in live in Northern california. i have 2kids. 13 and 16yrs. My husbands name is Sid, my 13yr old is Corbin, and my 16yr old is Vanessa, she's graduating high school this year. Very stressful and scary. The picture of me in my profile, is my daughter. &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;I do remember you moved, to be honest with you, i felt happy, because you werent very nice sometimes(only sometimes)&lt;/span&gt; But we were kids. I did however wonder about you afterwards. we did used to hang out alot, and when we did, it was great. we just had a lot of influences by other people. Being a young kid is hard and its the best at the same time. im glad you did write back, i cant believe you have five kids. they are all very cute. Hope your parents are doing well, how are your brothers? email me back soon. i liked your blog, im not very good with them, and thats a matter of fact that i have a degree in computers...go figure!!!! Patty&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Is that not the funniest thing?!&lt;/span&gt; She told me!! Guess I was a brat after all. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;So sorry Patty!!&lt;/span&gt; I swear I'm really nice now.&lt;/span&gt; I think all of my blogging friends will agree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Just thought I'd share.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/513033974928765266-4391916999196221576?l=wrightmylifeaway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wrightmylifeaway.blogspot.com/feeds/4391916999196221576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=513033974928765266&amp;postID=4391916999196221576' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/513033974928765266/posts/default/4391916999196221576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/513033974928765266/posts/default/4391916999196221576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wrightmylifeaway.blogspot.com/2009/08/cracked-me-up.html' title='Cracked me up!!'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16288163517228224596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WARYc5zTWqQ/SoEVFyHtxDI/AAAAAAAABBw/yDSIPdLHfvM/S220/IMG_3060.JPG'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-513033974928765266.post-5736214022958638702</id><published>2009-08-18T23:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-01T13:08:42.263-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>for the birds</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I straighten my hair every morning.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I put on makeup every day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I am sooo tired!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My feet hurt really bad (spoken like Napolean Dynamite)!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I have to dress up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I can't wear flip flops!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I wear the same thing every day (black or white shirt and black or khaki pants).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I miss volleyball practice some mornings.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I miss scouts some afternoons.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This working stuff is for the birds and it's &lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;waaaaaaayyyy&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; overrated!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/513033974928765266-5736214022958638702?l=wrightmylifeaway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wrightmylifeaway.blogspot.com/feeds/5736214022958638702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=513033974928765266&amp;postID=5736214022958638702' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/513033974928765266/posts/default/5736214022958638702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/513033974928765266/posts/default/5736214022958638702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wrightmylifeaway.blogspot.com/2009/08/for-birds.html' title='for the birds'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16288163517228224596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WARYc5zTWqQ/SoEVFyHtxDI/AAAAAAAABBw/yDSIPdLHfvM/S220/IMG_3060.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-513033974928765266.post-7517428638356414915</id><published>2009-08-12T23:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T06:12:12.636-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mom'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='memories'/><title type='text'>Little Red Tomato</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WARYc5zTWqQ/SoOzXnUujFI/AAAAAAAABCY/1ZGw5enoLB8/s1600-h/IMG_4454.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369332399030045778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 302px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WARYc5zTWqQ/SoOzXnUujFI/AAAAAAAABCY/1ZGw5enoLB8/s320/IMG_4454.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I don't sew. I don't quilt. I don't do anything with material. Heck, I don't even hem! But when I saw the little red tomato pictured above I just &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;HAD&lt;/span&gt; to have it!! You see, I had a &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;GREAT&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; childhood. My parents loved me and my daddy spoiled me. All I had to do was bat my eyes at daddy and he'd buy me the world. And though I loved that and soaked it all in, daddy could only &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;buy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; me the world. But mom...well, she could &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MAKE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; me the world! She was and still is an excellent seamstress.  I remember, so well, many nights, seeing mom at the table, cutting her pattern, then pinning it on the fabric and cutting the fabric. And then to watch that paper and material work together to make some beautiful creation that made me feel like a princess was just awesome!! Dress after dress, I'd watch her sew. And right there next to her, &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;like a faithful companion&lt;/span&gt;, always sat her red tomato &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;FULL&lt;/span&gt; of pins. As she'd pull the pins off of whatever fabric she was sewing, I would poke them back into the tomato for her. I can't remember watching her sew without it. Then one day it was gone...and she moved on to some magnetic dish and like an old doll, or a treasured photo, the tomato was just a memory. And then one day, walking thru Wal-Mart, hanging on a wall in the craft department, my childhood came back to me. And for a $1.97 I could take it home...so I did. &lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;That's a heck of deal for a lifetime worth of memories wouldn't you say?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/513033974928765266-7517428638356414915?l=wrightmylifeaway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wrightmylifeaway.blogspot.com/feeds/7517428638356414915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=513033974928765266&amp;postID=7517428638356414915' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/513033974928765266/posts/default/7517428638356414915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/513033974928765266/posts/default/7517428638356414915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wrightmylifeaway.blogspot.com/2009/08/little-red-tomato.html' title='Little Red Tomato'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16288163517228224596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WARYc5zTWqQ/SoEVFyHtxDI/AAAAAAAABBw/yDSIPdLHfvM/S220/IMG_3060.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WARYc5zTWqQ/SoOzXnUujFI/AAAAAAAABCY/1ZGw5enoLB8/s72-c/IMG_4454.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-513033974928765266.post-1746337049745621424</id><published>2009-08-03T23:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-04T00:31:17.037-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jared'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Stephanie'/><title type='text'>The worst day of my life!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WARYc5zTWqQ/SnfdUx7OcyI/AAAAAAAABBA/O15JnYYv0R8/s1600-h/IMG_4337.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366000830104105762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WARYc5zTWqQ/SnfdUx7OcyI/AAAAAAAABBA/O15JnYYv0R8/s320/IMG_4337.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My son Jared, who's 9 years old, often tells me he's bored. If his little buddies aren't home or simply can't come out and play he pouts and with much attitude says "This is the worst day of my life!!" I was talking to Tate's mother recently and she commented on how Tate says that same thing. If he calls our house and Jared can't play it is "the worst day of his life!" Or if he isn't allowed to play something it's "the worst day of his life!!". I figure it must be a 9 year old thing and they'll get over it. Today I took my baby girl to &lt;em&gt;bookstore days&lt;/em&gt; at the JR HIGH!! Yeah, that's right, I said JR HIGH!! Isn't that horrible? I mean, this is my only daughter!! She was supposed to stay 2 or 3 forever!! When did she grow up? And furthermore, how do I stop this?! We got her schedule, PE clothes, etc... And when we walked out of there and she handed me her student ID, it hit me that my baby girl was my baby no more. And I knew exactly what Jared and Tate mean...&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This is the worst day of my life!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/513033974928765266-1746337049745621424?l=wrightmylifeaway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wrightmylifeaway.blogspot.com/feeds/1746337049745621424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=513033974928765266&amp;postID=1746337049745621424' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/513033974928765266/posts/default/1746337049745621424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/513033974928765266/posts/default/1746337049745621424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wrightmylifeaway.blogspot.com/2009/08/worst-day-of-my-life.html' title='The worst day of my life!'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16288163517228224596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WARYc5zTWqQ/SoEVFyHtxDI/AAAAAAAABBw/yDSIPdLHfvM/S220/IMG_3060.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WARYc5zTWqQ/SnfdUx7OcyI/AAAAAAAABBA/O15JnYYv0R8/s72-c/IMG_4337.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-513033974928765266.post-3283862006496880511</id><published>2009-07-26T00:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-26T10:35:22.885-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jared'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='perfection'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='excitement'/><title type='text'>wind and clouds</title><content type='html'>It's monsoon season here in Arizona. I love the storms we get...especially the windstorms. Man, when that wind blows it sounds fierce!! My kids say it's scary but I think it's quite pleasant. So today I'm sitting in the living room listening to the wind and watching this (my trees in the backyard)...&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362666119280649666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WARYc5zTWqQ/SmwEbEC-5cI/AAAAAAAABAo/kFrEfZ1gufM/s320/IMG_4367.JPG" border="0" /&gt; when Jared (the 9 year old) comes running in. Out of breath and frantically calling my name (Mom) he yells, "Mawwwwm!!! You have to get out here quick!!" A little panic'd I say "Whats the matter Jared" as I get up and frantically head for the front door (thinking someone outside is hurt). "You HAVE to see this cloud Mom!! It's AWEsome!!" "Cloud? Did you just say cloud Jared? I thought someone was hurt!" "Oh...Sorry Mom, but you really have to see this cloud...and bring your camera". So I grab my camera and head back to the front door...all the while rolling my eyes and thinking "I can't believe I got up for a cloud". But when I went outside and followed the direction in which his finger was pointing (just above the Ridds house) I was awestruck. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362666123347413282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WARYc5zTWqQ/SmwEbTMkySI/AAAAAAAABAw/V6vyOAt4jlI/s320/IMG_4381.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362667359784147522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WARYc5zTWqQ/SmwFjRSEGkI/AAAAAAAABA4/4XZCP9FIcLo/s320/IMG_4384.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;His excitement was definitely justified.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/513033974928765266-3283862006496880511?l=wrightmylifeaway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wrightmylifeaway.blogspot.com/feeds/3283862006496880511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=513033974928765266&amp;postID=3283862006496880511' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/513033974928765266/posts/default/3283862006496880511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/513033974928765266/posts/default/3283862006496880511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wrightmylifeaway.blogspot.com/2009/07/monsoon-season.html' title='wind and clouds'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16288163517228224596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WARYc5zTWqQ/SoEVFyHtxDI/AAAAAAAABBw/yDSIPdLHfvM/S220/IMG_3060.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WARYc5zTWqQ/SmwEbEC-5cI/AAAAAAAABAo/kFrEfZ1gufM/s72-c/IMG_4367.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-513033974928765266.post-504736051944561095</id><published>2009-07-22T23:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T00:11:02.581-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Stephanie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jarom'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>This and that</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;This...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361543615706162514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WARYc5zTWqQ/SmgHgwXt5VI/AAAAAAAABAA/HLfI4Rnsxx8/s320/IMG_4318.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;is one of the many reasons we love having mom in town. Can you say SCRUMPTIOUS?! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;That...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361543623472527426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WARYc5zTWqQ/SmgHhNTXOEI/AAAAAAAABAI/iLkfp-rZetQ/s320/IMG_4343.JPG" border="0" /&gt;is my 30 year old cousin with my 12 year old daughter. Is she tiny or what? She paid me a surprise visit 2 Sundays ago...&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;made my day!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361547217548083058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 232px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WARYc5zTWqQ/SmgKyaRv_3I/AAAAAAAABAQ/zAlqX3mji3A/s320/IMG_4368.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;is Jarom and Steph in the windstorm earlier this week...it was all Jarom could do to keep his eyes open.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;That...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361547227183205346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WARYc5zTWqQ/SmgKy-K8S-I/AAAAAAAABAY/xLDrFCDuwGs/s320/IMG_4372.JPG" border="0" /&gt;is how hard the wind was blowing!!  Look at her hair...crazy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And this...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361547233372997762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 229px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WARYc5zTWqQ/SmgKzVOtCII/AAAAAAAABAg/i5DfpI6dkMQ/s320/IMG_4374.JPG" border="0" /&gt;is just a cuter pic of her in that same windstorm.  She's growing up way too fast!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/513033974928765266-504736051944561095?l=wrightmylifeaway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wrightmylifeaway.blogspot.com/feeds/504736051944561095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=513033974928765266&amp;postID=504736051944561095' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/513033974928765266/posts/default/504736051944561095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/513033974928765266/posts/default/504736051944561095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wrightmylifeaway.blogspot.com/2009/07/this-and-that.html' title='This and that'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16288163517228224596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WARYc5zTWqQ/SoEVFyHtxDI/AAAAAAAABBw/yDSIPdLHfvM/S220/IMG_3060.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WARYc5zTWqQ/SmgHgwXt5VI/AAAAAAAABAA/HLfI4Rnsxx8/s72-c/IMG_4318.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-513033974928765266.post-598510956365586501</id><published>2009-07-18T21:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-18T22:20:34.172-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reviews'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>Minivan Mama</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;For many years I was a minivan mama. I got my first minivan back in 1999 and I drove one up until December 2008. I started with the Ford Windstar and liked it so much I bought another one. Then in 2006 I switched over to the Honda Odyssey...the cadillac of minivans!! I loved it. Often times I was teased by my close friends for actually &lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;wanting&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; to drive a minivan. I was never embarassed and never, ever did I feel like I &lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;had&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; to drive an SUV because everyone else had one. And then we were forced to downsize to just 1 vehicle (which is a whole other topic) and the vehicle that we ended up keeping was the one that was paid for. In our case that was a full size truck. I feel it is very comparable in size to an SUV. Now, since we're both jobless I don't feel like we drive too often but yesterday while sitting at QT filling up &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;yet again&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; I thought to myself "I am so sick of spending money on gas...especially for this guzzler!!" First of all, I feel no &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"cooler"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; because I'm not driving a minivan and secondly, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;who the heck wants to spend this much in gas just because it's a "cooler" vehicle than a minivan? &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NOT ME!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I can't wait to be a minivan mama again someday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/513033974928765266-598510956365586501?l=wrightmylifeaway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wrightmylifeaway.blogspot.com/feeds/598510956365586501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=513033974928765266&amp;postID=598510956365586501' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/513033974928765266/posts/default/598510956365586501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/513033974928765266/posts/default/598510956365586501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wrightmylifeaway.blogspot.com/2009/07/minivan-mama.html' title='Minivan Mama'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16288163517228224596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WARYc5zTWqQ/SoEVFyHtxDI/AAAAAAAABBw/yDSIPdLHfvM/S220/IMG_3060.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-513033974928765266.post-6458379289310020745</id><published>2009-07-16T23:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-16T23:56:17.672-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jared'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Stephanie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Justin'/><title type='text'>3 amigos...and 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WARYc5zTWqQ/SmAdmXInv1I/AAAAAAAAA_Y/ZmY6EHJC6xY/s1600-h/IMG_4066.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359316101453299538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WARYc5zTWqQ/SmAdmXInv1I/AAAAAAAAA_Y/ZmY6EHJC6xY/s320/IMG_4066.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;If anything in life is guaranteed, it is that Jared will always be with Tate or Tyler. He is with Tate a little more than with Tyler but that's only because Tate lives on the same street and Tyler is not always over here in our neck of the woods. But when they are together, they are all so cute. They remind me of the Junior version of these three...&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359316091124674322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WARYc5zTWqQ/SmAdlwqFbxI/AAAAAAAAA_Q/ceHwrRSeLgk/s320/IMG_4031.JPG" border="0" /&gt;who are also always together. And these 3 live on the same street so when I say always I mean ALWAYS!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Steph, on the other hand, does better in two's.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359317565962443330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WARYc5zTWqQ/SmAe7m2z2kI/AAAAAAAAA_g/GZbE4HVttJw/s320/IMG_4211.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359317572413340562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WARYc5zTWqQ/SmAe7-40u5I/AAAAAAAAA_o/2yUFHcK8FyY/s320/IMG_4218.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359318984873183858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WARYc5zTWqQ/SmAgOMtfinI/AAAAAAAAA_4/D---7PZDMcE/s320/IMG_4222.JPG" border="0" /&gt;But that's alright, we'll take that one day at a time!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/513033974928765266-6458379289310020745?l=wrightmylifeaway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wrightmylifeaway.blogspot.com/feeds/6458379289310020745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=513033974928765266&amp;postID=6458379289310020745' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/513033974928765266/posts/default/6458379289310020745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/513033974928765266/posts/default/6458379289310020745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wrightmylifeaway.blogspot.com/2009/07/3-amigosand-2.html' title='3 amigos...and 2'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16288163517228224596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WARYc5zTWqQ/SoEVFyHtxDI/AAAAAAAABBw/yDSIPdLHfvM/S220/IMG_3060.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WARYc5zTWqQ/SmAdmXInv1I/AAAAAAAAA_Y/ZmY6EHJC6xY/s72-c/IMG_4066.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-513033974928765266.post-7396329577552903518</id><published>2009-07-06T22:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T22:54:20.234-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Freedom!!</title><content type='html'>Saturday, the 4th of July, we decided to have some people over and make a day of it.  Of course, the first person Steve thought to invite was his good buddy Art.  Art's wife Jana and I thought we would try to take some pics of them but they said we were asking them to do a bunch of "gay" poses and refused.  So we said just act like you're really deep in conversation and they did.  I swear they should be models...look how real that looks.  It's like on of those Kohls 4th of July ads.  &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355587952894566242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WARYc5zTWqQ/SlLe3jekX2I/AAAAAAAAA-w/OZTSBCeOjkI/s320/IMG_4250.JPG" border="0" /&gt;This is Art's wife Jana...we just love her.  She's so witty.  And check out her new bathing suit...very fashionable!!  I loved the print, the colors, the style....just cute!!  &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355587960997567650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WARYc5zTWqQ/SlLe4BqeXKI/AAAAAAAAA-4/SxK5VIE9i5o/s320/IMG_4251.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Anyways, pretty shortly after arrival Jana informed me that she read somewhere that "it's not a true 4th of July party unless the hostess has a bowl of cherries".  I was way ahead of her....good thing too or she would have blogged something horrible of my hostess-ness.  Here Damian and Jarom are enjoying some patriotic cupcakes  (note the bowl of cherries on the table).&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WARYc5zTWqQ/SlLe4vsS5uI/AAAAAAAAA_I/G3tYenem42Y/s1600-h/IMG_4278.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355587973353236194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 301px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WARYc5zTWqQ/SlLe4vsS5uI/AAAAAAAAA_I/G3tYenem42Y/s320/IMG_4278.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I decided to make a Freedom cheesecake with fresh berries and such.  I think it was a hit because there were no leftovers...which is always a good sign.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WARYc5zTWqQ/SlLe4b04jwI/AAAAAAAAA_A/wcPXyx4WiFY/s1600-h/IMG_4275.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355587968020549378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WARYc5zTWqQ/SlLe4b04jwI/AAAAAAAAA_A/wcPXyx4WiFY/s320/IMG_4275.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This was my mama's first holiday as an Arizona resident.  My brother Mark graced us with his presence...which made her happy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WARYc5zTWqQ/SlLe3dZ9R_I/AAAAAAAAA-o/rMFYhTGCyrA/s1600-h/IMG_4247.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355587951264614386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 227px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WARYc5zTWqQ/SlLe3dZ9R_I/AAAAAAAAA-o/rMFYhTGCyrA/s320/IMG_4247.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;one last thing...doesn't hubby look hot in that pic of him and Art...I thought so.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Happy Freedom!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/513033974928765266-7396329577552903518?l=wrightmylifeaway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wrightmylifeaway.blogspot.com/feeds/7396329577552903518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=513033974928765266&amp;postID=7396329577552903518' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/513033974928765266/posts/default/7396329577552903518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/513033974928765266/posts/default/7396329577552903518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wrightmylifeaway.blogspot.com/2009/07/happy-freedom.html' title='Happy Freedom!!'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16288163517228224596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WARYc5zTWqQ/SoEVFyHtxDI/AAAAAAAABBw/yDSIPdLHfvM/S220/IMG_3060.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WARYc5zTWqQ/SlLe3jekX2I/AAAAAAAAA-w/OZTSBCeOjkI/s72-c/IMG_4250.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-513033974928765266.post-7498301065208045855</id><published>2009-07-03T23:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-01T13:07:52.258-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Stephanie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='me'/><title type='text'>without me</title><content type='html'>so Steph begged and begged me to go on a road trip with her friend for a week and half. I thought it would be too long but she insisted it wasn't. so I let her go...she has called me every day at LEAST 3 times a day!! she can't live without me...and I love it!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/513033974928765266-7498301065208045855?l=wrightmylifeaway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wrightmylifeaway.blogspot.com/feeds/7498301065208045855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=513033974928765266&amp;postID=7498301065208045855' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/513033974928765266/posts/default/7498301065208045855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/513033974928765266/posts/default/7498301065208045855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wrightmylifeaway.blogspot.com/2009/07/without-me.html' title='without me'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16288163517228224596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WARYc5zTWqQ/SoEVFyHtxDI/AAAAAAAABBw/yDSIPdLHfvM/S220/IMG_3060.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-513033974928765266.post-8754072812797928618</id><published>2009-06-30T23:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-30T23:32:17.911-07:00</updated><title type='text'>tonight</title><content type='html'>Had an 8 cow enrichment tonight...It was really cool.  My mother accompanied me to listen to me speak.  I spoke on how not to be a mad cow...how to be a friendly one.  I think it went over really well.&lt;br /&gt;My niece Michelle is spending the night with us tonight.  She's playing volleyball with our young women in the morn.  I can't be rude and be on the computer all night...gotta go.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/513033974928765266-8754072812797928618?l=wrightmylifeaway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wrightmylifeaway.blogspot.com/feeds/8754072812797928618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=513033974928765266&amp;postID=8754072812797928618' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/513033974928765266/posts/default/8754072812797928618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/513033974928765266/posts/default/8754072812797928618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wrightmylifeaway.blogspot.com/2009/06/tonight.html' title='tonight'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16288163517228224596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WARYc5zTWqQ/SoEVFyHtxDI/AAAAAAAABBw/yDSIPdLHfvM/S220/IMG_3060.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-513033974928765266.post-7136043139229538727</id><published>2009-06-29T23:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-29T23:55:07.491-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='me'/><title type='text'>triggered desires</title><content type='html'>I want a baby.  I really, really want a baby!!  I've been wanting one for a while now.  I start having withdrawals when mine start hitting around 2 and a half or 3.  You'd think that after 5, the oldest of which is 19, I would be done.  And I am done...I just really wish I could have another.  It's nothing I think about on a daily basis or anything but when I see someone with a baby it makes me miss those days and think about what joy it is to hold a sweet little baby in your arms.  Then there's those days when I think...only 15 more years and we're done!!  But my Sister in Law announced last week that she is expecting and that triggered my desires.  Now I keep thinking about how lucky she is to have that sweet little something to hold, to love, to kiss and to make her feel loved unconditionally....like only a baby can.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/513033974928765266-7136043139229538727?l=wrightmylifeaway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wrightmylifeaway.blogspot.com/feeds/7136043139229538727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=513033974928765266&amp;postID=7136043139229538727' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/513033974928765266/posts/default/7136043139229538727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/513033974928765266/posts/default/7136043139229538727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wrightmylifeaway.blogspot.com/2009/06/triggered-desires.html' title='triggered desires'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16288163517228224596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WARYc5zTWqQ/SoEVFyHtxDI/AAAAAAAABBw/yDSIPdLHfvM/S220/IMG_3060.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-513033974928765266.post-1257310658719796349</id><published>2009-06-28T22:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-01T13:09:50.775-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='memories'/><title type='text'>remember your first best friend</title><content type='html'>So one of my weaknesses is wrapped in a little blue wrapper and is called Dove Promises. Not only do I love them because of the way the chocolate feels like silk when melting in your mouth but because of the little daily thought they put on the inside of the wrapper. During sacrament meeting today I decided to have myself a little taste of heaven and popped one in my mouth. My wrapper said "&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;remember your &lt;strong&gt;first&lt;/strong&gt; best friend&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.". Which got me thinking about mine. Her name was Nicole Kuzma. I grew up in military housing in San Diego and her house was connected to mine...directly next door. I want to say that we were 7 when we met...and we were inseperable. If her family went somewhere I went with them and vice versa. We dressed alike, we did our hair the same, we played softball together and chased after the same boys (when we were older)...inseperable!! So today, I want you to remember your first best friend...and I want to hear one thing about her.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/513033974928765266-1257310658719796349?l=wrightmylifeaway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wrightmylifeaway.blogspot.com/feeds/1257310658719796349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=513033974928765266&amp;postID=1257310658719796349' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/513033974928765266/posts/default/1257310658719796349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/513033974928765266/posts/default/1257310658719796349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wrightmylifeaway.blogspot.com/2009/06/remember-your-first-best-friend.html' title='remember your first best friend'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16288163517228224596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WARYc5zTWqQ/SoEVFyHtxDI/AAAAAAAABBw/yDSIPdLHfvM/S220/IMG_3060.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-513033974928765266.post-5275416133178279144</id><published>2009-06-27T23:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-27T23:58:46.450-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shopping'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the Wright house'/><title type='text'>Yard Sales and Bunco</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;As of today, when one enters my home, they will encounter this in the entryway...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WARYc5zTWqQ/SkcOa6FDeRI/AAAAAAAAA-g/zGJH9zi7fyk/s1600-h/IMG_4232.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352262537582967058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WARYc5zTWqQ/SkcOa6FDeRI/AAAAAAAAA-g/zGJH9zi7fyk/s320/IMG_4232.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Isn't she a beauty?  I bought her today for...wait for it...wait for it...10 bucks!!  So the table and everything on it cost me a total of 20 bucks!!  Is that awesome or what?  All yard sale purchases.&lt;br /&gt;The following is a picture of what I like to call my washboard wall.  This whole wall including the mirrors was $5.  I paid a buck for each of the mirrors which were a horrible orange (but black paint makes the world a better place) and $3 for the 2 small washboards.  The big one is actually the washboard my grandma washed my moms clothes on.  Pretty cool huh?  If you happen upon an unwanted washboard please send it my way! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WARYc5zTWqQ/SkcOakq12wI/AAAAAAAAA-Y/ss8Dqmb-t6E/s1600-h/IMG_4233.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352262531835878146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 250px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WARYc5zTWqQ/SkcOakq12wI/AAAAAAAAA-Y/ss8Dqmb-t6E/s320/IMG_4233.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This wall was $4.98...thats what I paid for the 2 gold plates and the red sign was a bunco win made by one of the ladies in the bunco group.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WARYc5zTWqQ/SkcOaUzisMI/AAAAAAAAA-Q/JzDY35SXI7o/s1600-h/IMG_4234.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352262527577403586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WARYc5zTWqQ/SkcOaUzisMI/AAAAAAAAA-Q/JzDY35SXI7o/s320/IMG_4234.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This, too was also a bunco win made by the same lady!!  It sets on one side of my piano and brings me much happiness.  I do not know yet what will go there when the 4th of July has come and gone but I'm sure I'll think of something. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WARYc5zTWqQ/SkcN1Ykx6VI/AAAAAAAAA-I/SXqYjF0ox6Y/s1600-h/IMG_4237.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352261892934068562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WARYc5zTWqQ/SkcN1Ykx6VI/AAAAAAAAA-I/SXqYjF0ox6Y/s320/IMG_4237.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;On the other side of my piano sits my most treasured purchase of the day...&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Vogues book of Etiquette&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.  I paid a whoppin 25 cents for it and I can't get enough of it!!  This book was purchased new by the lady I bought it from about 50 or 60 years ago.  It was printed in 1948 and is full of helpful hints for men and women on etiquette.  Quite interesting!!  I plan never to part with this little treasure!!  Look at the binding!!  So worn and old...I love it!!&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WARYc5zTWqQ/SkcN0wTABfI/AAAAAAAAA-A/bQM4Du7cExA/s1600-h/IMG_4239.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352261882122077682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WARYc5zTWqQ/SkcN0wTABfI/AAAAAAAAA-A/bQM4Du7cExA/s320/IMG_4239.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And here is a sampling of what you will find inside of her. Click on the picture to be able to read the excerpt. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WARYc5zTWqQ/SkcN0laDszI/AAAAAAAAA94/CXTJihBweHI/s1600-h/IMG_4243.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352261879198888754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WARYc5zTWqQ/SkcN0laDszI/AAAAAAAAA94/CXTJihBweHI/s320/IMG_4243.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;  Yard Sales and Bunco...2 of my favorite things!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/513033974928765266-5275416133178279144?l=wrightmylifeaway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wrightmylifeaway.blogspot.com/feeds/5275416133178279144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=513033974928765266&amp;postID=5275416133178279144' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/513033974928765266/posts/default/5275416133178279144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/513033974928765266/posts/default/5275416133178279144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wrightmylifeaway.blogspot.com/2009/06/yard-sales-and-bunco.html' title='Yard Sales and Bunco'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16288163517228224596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WARYc5zTWqQ/SoEVFyHtxDI/AAAAAAAABBw/yDSIPdLHfvM/S220/IMG_3060.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WARYc5zTWqQ/SkcOa6FDeRI/AAAAAAAAA-g/zGJH9zi7fyk/s72-c/IMG_4232.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-513033974928765266.post-293967610629077439</id><published>2009-06-26T22:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-01T13:10:37.805-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='memories'/><title type='text'>MJ</title><content type='html'>I know he was a freak in his latter years but I'm quite sad about Michael Jackson. I grew up listening to him...loving him...waiting up to see Thriller when it premiered on MTV is one of my greatest movies. Am I a freak or were you a little sad too?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/513033974928765266-293967610629077439?l=wrightmylifeaway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wrightmylifeaway.blogspot.com/feeds/293967610629077439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=513033974928765266&amp;postID=293967610629077439' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/513033974928765266/posts/default/293967610629077439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/513033974928765266/posts/default/293967610629077439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wrightmylifeaway.blogspot.com/2009/06/mj.html' title='MJ'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16288163517228224596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WARYc5zTWqQ/SoEVFyHtxDI/AAAAAAAABBw/yDSIPdLHfvM/S220/IMG_3060.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-513033974928765266.post-7557808411128073262</id><published>2009-06-25T23:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-25T23:33:13.256-07:00</updated><title type='text'>...</title><content type='html'>I had bunco tonight...I got most bunco's...won a really cute prize. &lt;br /&gt;Went to Hobby Lobby...tons of stuff for 80% off...lots of Home Decor!!&lt;br /&gt;sooooo tired.  nite&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/513033974928765266-7557808411128073262?l=wrightmylifeaway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wrightmylifeaway.blogspot.com/feeds/7557808411128073262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=513033974928765266&amp;postID=7557808411128073262' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/513033974928765266/posts/default/7557808411128073262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/513033974928765266/posts/default/7557808411128073262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wrightmylifeaway.blogspot.com/2009/06/blog-post.html' title='...'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16288163517228224596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WARYc5zTWqQ/SoEVFyHtxDI/AAAAAAAABBw/yDSIPdLHfvM/S220/IMG_3060.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-513033974928765266.post-2850670825257947328</id><published>2009-06-24T23:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-25T00:18:00.056-07:00</updated><title type='text'>lies</title><content type='html'>Alrighty peeps...my lie is #3.  Although Tabby and I did some &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;really&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; crazy stuff, we never jumped into Ocean Beach.  Yes Jolene, I really &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;did&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; wait 8 hours to see Tanya Tucker!!  Janika, I do believe your lie would be that you never really wanted children.  I mean, you've been havin 'em for years now!! and Jodi, I believe all of your babies are hospital babies.  Am I right?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/513033974928765266-2850670825257947328?l=wrightmylifeaway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wrightmylifeaway.blogspot.com/feeds/2850670825257947328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=513033974928765266&amp;postID=2850670825257947328' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/513033974928765266/posts/default/2850670825257947328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/513033974928765266/posts/default/2850670825257947328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wrightmylifeaway.blogspot.com/2009/06/lies.html' title='lies'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16288163517228224596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WARYc5zTWqQ/SoEVFyHtxDI/AAAAAAAABBw/yDSIPdLHfvM/S220/IMG_3060.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-513033974928765266.post-2839637928552144581</id><published>2009-06-23T23:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T23:45:52.536-07:00</updated><title type='text'>tired</title><content type='html'>so, so tired tonight...will tell you my lie tomorrow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/513033974928765266-2839637928552144581?l=wrightmylifeaway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wrightmylifeaway.blogspot.com/feeds/2839637928552144581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=513033974928765266&amp;postID=2839637928552144581' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/513033974928765266/posts/default/2839637928552144581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/513033974928765266/posts/default/2839637928552144581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wrightmylifeaway.blogspot.com/2009/06/tired.html' title='tired'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16288163517228224596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WARYc5zTWqQ/SoEVFyHtxDI/AAAAAAAABBw/yDSIPdLHfvM/S220/IMG_3060.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-513033974928765266.post-246557188201069377</id><published>2009-06-22T22:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-22T23:19:03.806-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='me'/><title type='text'>2 truths and a lie</title><content type='html'>Back when I lived in San Antonio I held a Christmas party and invited a bunch of people that wouldn't normally hang out together. I did this so everyone could get to know eachother better. So, we played several "getting to know you" games but one that we played was &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;2 truths and a lie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. This is where you go around the room and tell 3 things about yourself with one of those things being a lie. It's great fun to try and figure out which one is the lie and to hear the stories behind the truths. That night, we found out that one of the people had made it all the way to the semifinals of Who wants to be a millionaire. One of the people did not have indoor plumbing until 1994. Two of the guys there were cloggers when they were younger which was so hilarious because they were both &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"manly"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; men. So, I decided &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;we&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; should play &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2 truths and a lie&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. I will list 3 things about myself. In the comments you need to list which one you think is the lie and I reveal my secret tomorrow. Feel free to list 3 things about yourself so that I can guess your lie as well. Okay, so here's my 3 things:&lt;br /&gt;~I hitchhiked across 5 states and 2 countries at the ripe age of 15 - Texas, Oklahoma, Kansas, Missouri, Colorado and straight into Mexico...I felt like Thelma and Louise (except they drove themselves)&lt;br /&gt;~I once got into a fight at a Tanya Tucker concert resulting in her stopping her concert and calling out for security thru her microphone. I didn't get in trouble though because I was defending myself from a group that was trying to barge their way into our spot that we had saved for the 8 hours prior to the concert.&lt;br /&gt;~My senior year of high school my best friend Tabby and I were running from a group of guys and jumped right off of the pier at Ocean Beach straight into the water. We ended up having to be saved by the lifeguards because we got caught in the current.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;hmmmm, lets see who knows the real me.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/513033974928765266-246557188201069377?l=wrightmylifeaway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wrightmylifeaway.blogspot.com/feeds/246557188201069377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=513033974928765266&amp;postID=246557188201069377' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/513033974928765266/posts/default/246557188201069377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/513033974928765266/posts/default/246557188201069377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wrightmylifeaway.blogspot.com/2009/06/2-truths-and-lie.html' title='2 truths and a lie'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16288163517228224596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WARYc5zTWqQ/SoEVFyHtxDI/AAAAAAAABBw/yDSIPdLHfvM/S220/IMG_3060.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-513033974928765266.post-6646659147120851996</id><published>2009-06-21T23:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-21T23:37:03.544-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fathers Day</title><content type='html'>How was your Fathers Day?  What did you get him?  What did you get your Father?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/513033974928765266-6646659147120851996?l=wrightmylifeaway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wrightmylifeaway.blogspot.com/feeds/6646659147120851996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=513033974928765266&amp;postID=6646659147120851996' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/513033974928765266/posts/default/6646659147120851996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/513033974928765266/posts/default/6646659147120851996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wrightmylifeaway.blogspot.com/2009/06/fathers-day.html' title='Fathers Day'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16288163517228224596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WARYc5zTWqQ/SoEVFyHtxDI/AAAAAAAABBw/yDSIPdLHfvM/S220/IMG_3060.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-513033974928765266.post-3285705257789674769</id><published>2009-06-20T23:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-21T01:16:44.553-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Josh'/><title type='text'>sad</title><content type='html'>Tonight I went to drop Justin off at one of his friends house in our old neighborhood. While there I drove past a group of kids who just happened to be friends with my oldest son when we lived there and he wasn't too cool for them. I pulled up and yelled (and I yell very loud) "Hey Matt, what are you guys doing?!!" To which he mumbled with his teeth together and his lips barely moving "I'm on a date, you're not supposed to be here!" So I said "sorry, gosh!! I was just in the neighborhood and happy to see you" and then I yelled even louder "Hey Adam!! It's sister Wright!!" Adam looked my way, got all excited and came to the car. "How are you?" he asked and before I could answer he said "how's Josh?!". "Oh, he's good..working a couple of jobs and just living life". "Is he still getting married? When?" "yep, and sometime after December". He got kinda sad and said "well, tell him we said hi". "I will...it was great seeing you guys...bye" I said. And then I drove off....feeling very sad inside. It was just less than 2 years ago that my son was hanging with these kids and enjoying life. And while they are still living the innocent life of having a curfew, borrowing mom and dads car and dating, my son is trying to grow up all too fast. He has his own place, getting ready to get married, and struggling to make ends meet. How I just wished he would have taken the easy route...the route he's going to wish he took 20 years from now. As much as I love him and his fiancee Julia, I feel they are both kids...they both have a lot of growing up to do, a lot of life to live. They could both be doing what I saw tonight. And I want that for both of them. But they won't...and that makes me very, very sad.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/513033974928765266-3285705257789674769?l=wrightmylifeaway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wrightmylifeaway.blogspot.com/feeds/3285705257789674769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=513033974928765266&amp;postID=3285705257789674769' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/513033974928765266/posts/default/3285705257789674769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/513033974928765266/posts/default/3285705257789674769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wrightmylifeaway.blogspot.com/2009/06/sad.html' title='sad'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16288163517228224596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WARYc5zTWqQ/SoEVFyHtxDI/AAAAAAAABBw/yDSIPdLHfvM/S220/IMG_3060.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-513033974928765266.post-5505325356169936692</id><published>2009-06-19T23:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-20T07:02:09.149-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>stuff</title><content type='html'>So we went and bought freezer filler stuff. I bought tons of frozen veges, meat, bacon, waffles, you know, freezer stuff and yes, hubby bought &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;TONS&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; of ice cream. So I guess we both won that war.&lt;br /&gt;I bought a new book tonight...&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My sisters keeper&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. Has anyone read it yet? I hear its great. I am almost done with book 4 of the Twilight series and will jump right into this new book. Don't know what I will read after that so if you have any suggestions please let me know.&lt;br /&gt;Went out to eat with Art and Jana tonight. We met at SomeBurros and chit chatted over dinner. While I love getting together with them, I feel we do all the talking. Jana just sits there and studies my every word...just looking for something that I might say or do wrong so that she can blog about it and make me the laughing stock of her blog cause that's how Jana rolls...and Art just waits for me to say the wrong thing so he can make a big fat joke about it and he and my hubby can laugh at me. So I decided on my way home tonight that the next time they decide to grace us with their presence I will let them do all the talking while I study Jana, giggle and raise an eyebrow at some of her comments every so often...you know, to make her feel &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"nervous"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Actually, I really love Art and Jana. They're great peeps. She always acts so amused at my stories. She laughs at my jokes and makes me feel really &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"important"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. And Art's great...he's one of those "yes, dear" type of guys and boy, he can make us laugh...even in all of his seriousness, he makes us laugh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/513033974928765266-5505325356169936692?l=wrightmylifeaway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wrightmylifeaway.blogspot.com/feeds/5505325356169936692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=513033974928765266&amp;postID=5505325356169936692' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/513033974928765266/posts/default/5505325356169936692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/513033974928765266/posts/default/5505325356169936692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wrightmylifeaway.blogspot.com/2009/06/stuff.html' title='stuff'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16288163517228224596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WARYc5zTWqQ/SoEVFyHtxDI/AAAAAAAABBw/yDSIPdLHfvM/S220/IMG_3060.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-513033974928765266.post-6532839957796075034</id><published>2009-06-18T23:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T23:51:27.375-07:00</updated><title type='text'>filling the freezer</title><content type='html'>Hubby and I bought a freezer today...I am so excited!!  All I've been wanting for the past few months is a freezer...upright, frost free, and big.  And I got one.  There's just one problem.  I bought it with the intentions of filling it with meat, bread, cheese, etc...  Hubby is under the impression it will only be filled with ice cream!!  He has all the neighborhood kids thinking we will have a freezer full of ice cream!!  Though I like his vision, I just don't think it's practical.  Especially since I am trying to lose weight.  &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Soooo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, who should win this battle?  And who do you &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;think&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; will win it?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/513033974928765266-6532839957796075034?l=wrightmylifeaway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wrightmylifeaway.blogspot.com/feeds/6532839957796075034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=513033974928765266&amp;postID=6532839957796075034' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/513033974928765266/posts/default/6532839957796075034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/513033974928765266/posts/default/6532839957796075034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wrightmylifeaway.blogspot.com/2009/06/filling-freezer.html' title='filling the freezer'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16288163517228224596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WARYc5zTWqQ/SoEVFyHtxDI/AAAAAAAABBw/yDSIPdLHfvM/S220/IMG_3060.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-513033974928765266.post-2945084324541178160</id><published>2009-06-17T22:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T00:08:41.213-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>Today</title><content type='html'>Today:&lt;br /&gt;~I slept in til 8&lt;br /&gt;~I dressed my kids in their Sunday best...and I must say...they are some dang good lookin kids!&lt;br /&gt;~I went to the temple to get sealed to my hubby and kids...something I choose not to discuss on the World wide web tonight..but it was glorious!!&lt;br /&gt;~I saw some old friends who graced me with their presence at our sealing...I love old friends!!&lt;br /&gt;~I was pleasantly surprised to see new friends there...and that is what they are...friends.&lt;br /&gt;~I had 2 cokes...that always makes me happy&lt;br /&gt;~I went to the Holsum bread store and Superstition Ranch Market and am now wondering what I will do with the 7 loaves of bread and 3 pounds of Raw honey I bought&lt;br /&gt;~I ate cherries for dinner - thats all...just cherries&lt;br /&gt;~I watched Bolt 3 times&lt;br /&gt;~I went to bed with a smile on my face...a great &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BIG&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; smile!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/513033974928765266-2945084324541178160?l=wrightmylifeaway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wrightmylifeaway.blogspot.com/feeds/2945084324541178160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=513033974928765266&amp;postID=2945084324541178160' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/513033974928765266/posts/default/2945084324541178160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/513033974928765266/posts/default/2945084324541178160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wrightmylifeaway.blogspot.com/2009/06/today_17.html' title='Today'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16288163517228224596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WARYc5zTWqQ/SoEVFyHtxDI/AAAAAAAABBw/yDSIPdLHfvM/S220/IMG_3060.JPG'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-513033974928765266.post-6513818077028552438</id><published>2009-06-16T23:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T23:53:54.884-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Look what I learned today</title><content type='html'>The following information was found on Normal Mormon Husbands blog...Approximately 97% of all Mormon women between the ages of 16 and 42 have read Sister Meyer's books (the Twilight series) and I'm guessing that 92% of them wish their husbands/boyfriend&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_wvAyVWi35iQ/R8ECVABeaXI/AAAAAAAAAHs/mXwy5XQHdXs/s1600-h/Jack.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;s were more like Edward or Jacob in some way. The other 8% have a crush on either Jack, Sayeed, or Sawyer from Lost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You learn something new every day!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/513033974928765266-6513818077028552438?l=wrightmylifeaway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wrightmylifeaway.blogspot.com/feeds/6513818077028552438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=513033974928765266&amp;postID=6513818077028552438' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/513033974928765266/posts/default/6513818077028552438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/513033974928765266/posts/default/6513818077028552438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wrightmylifeaway.blogspot.com/2009/06/look-what-i-learned-today.html' title='Look what I learned today'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16288163517228224596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WARYc5zTWqQ/SoEVFyHtxDI/AAAAAAAABBw/yDSIPdLHfvM/S220/IMG_3060.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-513033974928765266.post-5843062166889692142</id><published>2009-06-15T23:05:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T23:06:20.234-07:00</updated><title type='text'>IF</title><content type='html'>If you could relive an event in your life...not change it but just relive it, what event would it be?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/513033974928765266-5843062166889692142?l=wrightmylifeaway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wrightmylifeaway.blogspot.com/feeds/5843062166889692142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=513033974928765266&amp;postID=5843062166889692142' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/513033974928765266/posts/default/5843062166889692142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/513033974928765266/posts/default/5843062166889692142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wrightmylifeaway.blogspot.com/2009/06/if.html' title='IF'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16288163517228224596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WARYc5zTWqQ/SoEVFyHtxDI/AAAAAAAABBw/yDSIPdLHfvM/S220/IMG_3060.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-513033974928765266.post-3441611573884717997</id><published>2009-06-14T22:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-14T22:40:00.460-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I&apos;m a freak'/><title type='text'>I was called to be RS President</title><content type='html'>The other night I dreamt that I was called to be the RS President. They had a huge ceremony to announce my great calling. Many great people were present to witness the occasion. I don't remember the whole dream too well but I do remember that Oprah was there and presented me with a solid gold Angel Moroni statue and he was in the form of a baby.&lt;br /&gt;Anyone who is my age or older will probably remember being in school and smelling the freshly copied worksheets we used to get. The teacher would bring us our copies straight off of the Xerox machine. The paper was still warm and the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;purple ink&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; hadn't even dried yet. Mmmmmm, I &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;LOVED&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; the smell of that purple ink!! I would sniff it until there was no scent left!! I wonder if that's the reason for my warped dreams these days?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/513033974928765266-3441611573884717997?l=wrightmylifeaway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wrightmylifeaway.blogspot.com/feeds/3441611573884717997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=513033974928765266&amp;postID=3441611573884717997' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/513033974928765266/posts/default/3441611573884717997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/513033974928765266/posts/default/3441611573884717997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wrightmylifeaway.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-was-called-to-be-rs-president.html' title='I was called to be RS President'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16288163517228224596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WARYc5zTWqQ/SoEVFyHtxDI/AAAAAAAABBw/yDSIPdLHfvM/S220/IMG_3060.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-513033974928765266.post-2427953239405907899</id><published>2009-06-13T23:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-13T23:57:07.677-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I met a boy today</title><content type='html'>My brothers girlfriend Paula graduated from MA school yesterday.  Her mom threw a bbq for her this evening so my parents, Steve and I went.  While there we met a boy that I just can't stop thinking about.  He was 9 years old and so so cute.  This little boy taught himself how to play the piano and so far has mastered 6 songs including the song from the Titanic!!  He advised me that he can't wait until he is 11 so that he can ground his younger brothers and that he can't wait to be an adult so that he can cuss.  We tried to talk him out of that one.  While telling us his life story he was drawing a picture.  As Steve watched him he noticed that this boy kept looking down at his shirt and was drawing exactly what was on his shirt.  And I am not lying when I tell you that he was a great artist!!  Steve said, "who taught you how to do that?" to which he replied "I was born like this".  Steve said, "you were born with that pencil in your hand" and he said "well, not &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;this&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; pencil".  He then told us that he was going to get rich with his artwork and he was going to buy his mom healthcare!!  He also advised us that his daddy is a Marine and is in Iraq right now and that if his daddy dies he will have to be the man of the house!!  That just made me so sad.  What 9 year old worries about healthcare and being the man of the house!!   Anyways, he was just so cute, so smart and so young...and I bet in all of his innocence he has no clue what an impression he made on me.   Innocence...isn't it grand?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/513033974928765266-2427953239405907899?l=wrightmylifeaway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wrightmylifeaway.blogspot.com/feeds/2427953239405907899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=513033974928765266&amp;postID=2427953239405907899' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/513033974928765266/posts/default/2427953239405907899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/513033974928765266/posts/default/2427953239405907899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wrightmylifeaway.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-met-boy-today.html' title='I met a boy today'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16288163517228224596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WARYc5zTWqQ/SoEVFyHtxDI/AAAAAAAABBw/yDSIPdLHfvM/S220/IMG_3060.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-513033974928765266.post-561188789646393086</id><published>2009-06-12T23:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-12T23:54:35.993-07:00</updated><title type='text'>thanks mom!!</title><content type='html'>Mom, Aunt Julia and I went to Mesa Market Place today.  For those that aren't from Mesa, it is a HUGE swap meet (over 55 acres) where they sell everything from pet rocks to clothing to furniture to outdoor decor...EVERYTHING!!  While there, we watched a demo for these "magic" markers.  They really were cool and we got suckered into buying some but that stories for another day.  When the lady was done giving us her demo and convincing us that we were getting a "steal" with her price my mom said "you're a pretty good sales girl...my daughter here  can sell anything...she could sell you a rock and you'd think you were buying a treasure...are you hiring?".  WHAT!!  I know she did not just ask that girl if she was hiring!!  The last thing I want to do is sell "magic" markers to a bunch of retired folk in 110 degree weather. I can't stand those pushy sales people at swap meets, you know the ones that walk up to you and force you to listen to them feed you crap about some cheesey product...especially some "as seen on TV" gimmick you catch at 3 am when  your kids won't let you sleep.   Well, before I knew it this girl was asking for my phone #, talking to me about salary, and asking if I might be interested in selling this "magic" glue at some swap meet in Phoenix. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ummmm, thanks mom!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/513033974928765266-561188789646393086?l=wrightmylifeaway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wrightmylifeaway.blogspot.com/feeds/561188789646393086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=513033974928765266&amp;postID=561188789646393086' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/513033974928765266/posts/default/561188789646393086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/513033974928765266/posts/default/561188789646393086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wrightmylifeaway.blogspot.com/2009/06/thanks-mom.html' title='thanks mom!!'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16288163517228224596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WARYc5zTWqQ/SoEVFyHtxDI/AAAAAAAABBw/yDSIPdLHfvM/S220/IMG_3060.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry></feed>
